olive pt.2

i drove home

burbank blvd

and other boulevards i can’t recall

singing songs about hating you

or hating how much you made me cry

LA is magic

and we’ll stay together

for 3 too many octobers

and I’d go to the desert

to ask my questions

hot enough to dream

of a world where I belong to myself

the only place I could go on living

you kept clawing at my throat

the way I wanted you to in the dark

the way you’re trying to do now