Backseat Boy

It's so ironic

How at seventeen

My best friend is named Jack

and I find him in glass bottles

That shatter and crack just as easily as me.

I spend my nights in backseats

With a boy who exhales my name

Like smoke from a cigarette

And laces his fingers through my hair

Like I am his last hope.

I break hearts for fun

And I'll chase people away

Just like I'm chasing your name out of my throat

With the vodka that you bought me

Three weeks ago.

This backseat boy keeps me up at night

With seven hour phone calls

About how he needs me to stay

And I wonder where he was

Three months ago

When I was crying on the bathroom floor

Because he picked one week out of November

To completely forget my name.

I've had people come in to my life

That left without a warning

And I've never really figured out

If it's because this hole inside of me scares them away

Or if I'm really just as terrible

As the voices in my head are telling me.

The backseat boy tells me I have stories in my eyes

And a whole universe inside my soul

That he wants to live in forever.

I can take backseat boy's hand

Or swallow seventeen pills

And I don't know which one's better.

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