Going Home Alone

A poem that I just wrote.

Going Home Alone
 
Driving down the highway,
Windows down,
Hair blowing in my face,
My cheeks cold with tears.
I turn on the heat,
So I can feel your embrace.
The warmth is overwhelming,
Your hug isn’t nice anymore.
My shoulders are burning,
I think I’m on fire.
My blood is boiling,
The butterflies in my stomach
Are turning to ashes.
My mouth tastes of lies,
And it feels just like chalk.
I try to wet my lips,
But they crack with my efforts.
I don’t need them anyway,
You’ve used them enough.
Stopping the car,
There is a red light,
I turn on the radio,
So I can talk to someone
Other than myself.
I start screaming.
The radio doesn’t stop me,
You aren’t here to stop me,
Even this red light will not stop me.
Nothing can ever stop me again!!
Laughing in my newfound freedom,
My foot grows heavier by the second,
It has become a block of lead.
Faster and faster and faster I go,
Just like our love,
My speed continues to grow.
Flying in this wonderful oblivion,
I close my eyes up tight.
And holding you in my arms,
I crash, I wreck, you die.
 
-Kara-