Dec. 22, 2014

CRASH

Going, going, gone!

Everyone asks us, "What seems to be the rush"?

They seem to believe that this thing we call love, is really lust.

No one seems to understand my emotions, no matter how many times I tell them that I truly care for you.

Premature, they say.

That's understandable. After all, we are only going on week two.

However, I know that you love me and I am certain that I love you.

Going, going, gone!

We used to have so many things in common; Tell me, what has time done to you?

We argue all the time.

Sometimes it feels like I don't even know you.

We used to see, "eye to eye".

Now, I can't even stand to look at you.

Going, going, gone!

No breaks? I guess I stepped on the pedal a little too hard.

No airbags? No way, from the first day I met you I knew you were the one so, I lowered my guard.

Traffic ahead of me.

However, the windshield's so cloudy I cannot see.

I try to honk the horn but it disintegrates, right in front of me.

Help! Help! Help!

Will someone please, help me!

Going, going, gone!

Those were the last words I remember saying before flipping over several times.

Then I felt the roof of the car crush my lungs and a sharp piece of metal puncture my kidney.

I guess I was going too fast.

Going, going, crash!!!!