Running into You

By: Isabelle Morgan

Drinking on I owe you’s

Like eating cereal without 

A fucking spoon

Smoking in the snow 

Like running without

A bra on the moon

Trying for someone else

Like pretending without

Actually knowing what is true

It’s ridiculously painful

And stupid

But that’s the feeling I was

Raised on and grew

Point me in the way of right

Without turning me around

To look for you