It was a cool day.
The sun was wide awake.
The tar on the highway kissing the tires gently.
The Strokes were playing, track number three.
Then slowly, but all at once- it happened.
We were hit head on.
You in the drivers seat.
Not paying attention to the one-way street.
You never asked me if I was okay.
I’m still living with whiplash.
The seatbelt is permanently tightened around my stomach.
You immediately started feeding excuses.
You had no proof of insurance.
And sometimes I swear I’m still watching you wipe tears from your eyes in the rear view mirror.
You weren’t crying because you were sorry.
You weren’t crying because you were hurt.
You were crying because it was an inconvenience to you.
Everything was always an inconvenience to you.
You never cared that I was in the backseat.
You never cared that from that day forward you taught me to always flee crime scenes, you taught me to always point my bloody fingers at the victim
You were always the ambassador of bad things.
You always taught me to be the chaos transpiring.
But I just want to be soft, and sweet.
I just want to purge you from my memories and recreate them with something more filling.
I never wanna ride with you again.
All you ever do is