Ornament

Oh
where do I
belong?

On the hood of your
car
like an ornament
hung
to show off,
a piece for the mantel place
you've always
dreamt of?

Maybe we both needed to
change
some things.
And maybe
the things we needed
weren't the same as we expected
they'd be.

And maybe I needed a place to
hang
my dirty fucking feet
But maybe
I'd crawl
for a thousand
miles
if you ever call to ask me
And I'd do it
willingly.