Red Rose's Poems

Your Car

In a half an hour or so
I will be in your car
The drive is supposed to be quick
But it will feel so far

I'll sit in the front
Right by your side
Then he will get in
God I hope I don't cry

He will ask how we are
I'll lie and fake a smile
He will say thanks for the ride
This may be a while

Your happy as hell
Your boy is in the back
I'll sit there holding my tongue
Or else I will attack

My words are like knives
They'll pierce right on through
I wonder if he whispers sweet things
I hope he doesn't say I love you

Thoughts fill my head
I make myself sick
It's funny how he
Was the one you picked

Over your friend
Your god damn friend
You chose a boy over me
Now this is the end

We get out of the car
I walk on inside
He touched your arm
I felt like I died

Do you even see me?
The look on my face?
I wish I could go back in time
Then these memories will be erased

Your car
Your God damn car
It's a trap inside
Because that ride was too far

I would rather walk all the miles
I don't want to be suffocated again
But I put on my smile
And I play pretend