Car Crash
Loving you was like;
running all the red lights
Loving you was like being
Rear-ended; going airborne
through the windshield
because a seatbelt didn’t feel mandatory
Missing you was as if I was driving on cruise,
Coasting down the road, not realizing what I was missing
Missing you was forgetting my way home
Though I had been there a 1000 times
Losing you was like forgetting your
Belongings for a six-hour road trip
Losing you was like being on empty
When the city was just up ahead
Getting over you was like,
Coming to a hard stop
And gasping for air
As your chest hits the wheel
Getting over you was like,
Having a flat tire and no brakes
You are the accident that
Nobody believes will happen to them,
And by chance, you happened to me.
This is my reality
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