Archibald Street - Tyler Daniel Bean

I showed up on your doorstep

Last night

With my heart

Filling the cracks in my teeth

My fingers

Were restless in my hair—

Threading through those inside thoughts

We don’t talk about

We sat in your breezeway

Locking our mouths

Hoping it gets better

But does it ever get better?

«It's a nice night to die.»

We both held our eyes in the dimness

Latticing our frozen bottles

And frozen dreams

The clouds masked the stars

And the gas we had left

Wouldn’t take us

Past Montpelier

The last thing

I wanted you to know

Was that I didn’t

Want to see you go

II

I woke up with the sun—

Only half-dead

On the inside—

And I cried

Cold and shaking

On your kitchen floor

With no place

To hide

My lungs still walked

With an extra pace in their step

And my heart still ached

The same

My lungs still walk

With an extra pace in their step

And I’m the one

To blame