You drive hoping to crash, a burnout's siren blaring in your head. Reckless descent, the ultimate release to go careening off the edge you've bled.
While I, still shores away, pray you're unscathed.
Home harbors where I tend love's warding flame.
Though you run rebelling from its warm baths, I nurture the hearth, hoping you'll still reclaim passion's old sway, turn from this kamikaze chase.
That the road's ending mercies will turn your ride, before this nose dive's inertia seeds your bitter base burning all that we built on need-fire's glowing side.
My sighs birth glaziers pleading your safe return, as your pushed peddled pictures the worst crash to earn.
These criss-cross longings, parallel streams, you leaving disaster's mark, me leaving hopes unburned.
For how could I rest while you tempt impact's pain?
Envisioning your fractures as you steer towards the concrete?
I'll stay awake, guarding our home's window pane until your taillights re-emerge, this vigil's replete.
You seek vicious end, I seek our start's reprise. You drive hoping to crash, while I'm at home hoping you're safe, two vessels in extremis, polar stars in our skies, yet sharing the common wish for love's way to be paved.
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PoetryI just write what I see in others or feel, leave your thoughts. If you have any feelings you'd like me to write out lemme know
