You, Me, and the Fallout
We were the kind of mistake everyone warned us about in a tone that said they probably wanted to try it too
You were already taken, I was already broken
both of us bored to death with the safe shit we pretended to be stuck to
First time we touched
it felt like grabbing a live wire, muscles locking
nothing in the room but heat and swear words and teeth
We walked out of that motel with our hair wrecked and our worlds cracked and our hearts lying to our teeth.
We started scheduling disasters like shifts
carving out time from other people’s lives and calling it “self-care nights
” Left rings in kitchen bowls, turned phones face down
fed them lines while we turned every cheap room into our favorite kind of fights
We’d turn up to family dinners with fresh bite marks hidden under collars
eyes blown wide
smelling like each other under the soap
Everyone thought we were just stressed, We were
Just not the way they hoped.
We kept telling ourselves we’d stop before it went too far
Already way past “too far” In the backseat of my wrecked car.
It’s you, me, and the fallout
screaming down the highway like the brakes are gone and we’re in love with the crash
We burned every bridge we had just to feel that hit again
that fucking clash, If lust is a bomb
we cut every wire that might stop it
Now the only plan we’ve got Is to use it.
You started turning up with tear streaks
talking about how he’d changed
how he never touched you like I did
I started picking fights at home over stupid shit just so I’d have an excuse to leave
pretend I was some misunderstood kid
Truth: we both wanted out but were too chickenshit to own it
so we tore at the first excuse with both jaws
Let the wreckage pile up behind us like twisted metal and court dates and broken laws.
There’s nothing noble in this, no tragic romance
no poetic line where we can say “we had no choice
” We had choices
we just picked the ones that made our bodies hum and our lives rot
That was the sum, Now we stand in the smoke
exes crying, families split
kids asking questions we can’t answer without lying again
We look at each other in the half-light, Still wanting
Still not worth ten.
It’s you, me, and the fallout
screaming down the highway like the brakes are gone and we’re in love with the crash
We burned every bridge we had just to feel that hit again
that fucking clash, If lust is a bomb
we cut every wire that might stop it
Now the only plan we’ve got Is to use it.
When the dust settles and we’re just two tired assholes in an apartment that smells like old sex and takeout and stale guilt
We’ll still reach for each other in the dark
Hands shaking
On the ruins we built. When everything finally breaks—marriages
stories, bodies
all of it—and people ask what the hell we were thinking while we tore our worlds in half
We’ll look at each other in the wreckage, Still wanting
Still knowing the answer is simple as shit: We liked the way we kissed.