Tennessee & Virginia

She was Tennessee and Virginia

You could see it in her smile.

Drifting in and out of here and there. A mushroom haze of mental health. One trip away from skippin’ out…on life and love and music. But, this hotel room smells like weed and sex and we’re both too lost to understand. We missed that this is as good as it gets. Stupid in love and high and hopeful and too old to believe in fairy tales.

I lean myself back, against the cool, calmness of the tiled kitchen floor and I settle there. In some war with myself and my mind. I look at her from time to time. These hazel eyes that control me, they roll back slightly. In some psychedelic lull from here to there.

I’d snuck in a shot or 7 by noon and we were both pretending we hadn’t noticed.

And I’m calm cool and collected, as long we don’t leave this tiled kitchen floor.

I’m sky captained out. With no ground control in sight. But, she’s smiling and she’s looking at me like I’m her savior. (I don’t even know how to save myself, y’all)