Alleyways

I was 13 when I ran away
Hopefully for the last time
I had a plan to go find a bridge.
Climb up to the top
And I think you can figure out the rest
On my search for the bridge I found myself in an alleyway
And I stopped
I sat against a wall in that alleyway
And I realized I couldn't jump of that bridge
The one I was trying so hard to find
Instead I went to a nice looking house
It was a little run down but looked trustworthy
Fast forward to when I was finally healthy
Mentally that is
I was at Cedar Point with my class
I was in an alleyway with my girlfriend
Waiting for a “friend”  to come back from the bathroom
It was then I realized this amazing girl couldn’t love me
We talked for about 2 more months before I decided…
I couldn’t live near her anymore
In the old city I lived in I had suffered major trauma
I moved in with my grandparents further up north permanently
Of course this decision was made in an alleyway
On halloween I met a guy who had just come back to the school I decided to attend
I was sitting in another alleyway when I realized I love him
I was sitting in yet another alleyway when he texted me
“I love you”
Now it’s about a month and a half later
And I’ve realized
I fucking love alleyways
Sure tragedies happen there quite often
But goddamn i still fucking love alleyways