Travel Map -

My lungs were hanging heavy

And my neck was swollen shut

I was keeping it together

Like a real man must

Shaking hands from drinking

Tired eyes from sleep

Deprived over the course

Of the past several weeks

I was talking to a girl

With a view on the world

As ragged as my jacket

And as narrow as the words

I fed to her and hoped she’d see

The man I’d hid beneath

Tender as a traveler

That offered up to her

To use my back

As a travel map

You could dig your fingers in the places

You would like to go

You could undress your hair

And be naked

Only for me

And nobody else

Let your tongue

Have wanderlust

Let it seal my skin

Like an envelope must

Be sent away

Towards better days

When you will laugh

At all my desperate praise

The coffee in this place

Must be fucking laced

I feel like I might puke

And I can’t concentrate

On the who the what when where and how

And lips that rested on

My shoulder only days before

When i thought that we were strong

I know I was pushing harder

Than any laborer on earth

Lifting with my back

And just begging to get hurt

Submerge it all in water

And let the ink bleed out

Our locations slowly fading

As desire turns to doubt