Wreckage

It’s twisted debris on the road way 

Left in the wreckage 

Can’t believe I’m living 

I’m shaking 

I’m crying 

The clouds race above 

Like in the movies 

And you stopped Time 

As I hung up the phone 

I felt you in the ball of my throat 

Excuse me while I clear it quickly 

As I see you evaporate in smoke 

It’s a tragedy 

You chose . 

I was half in 

I was half out 

My seat belt was on . 

It’s some sort of fucked up beautiful suicide . The way love dies . 

It’s beauty and the beast 

The rose always In prisoned behind glass 

It’s a shame I’m writing this letter 

It means you are dead 

I walked away from the wreckage 

You were driving to fast 

Driving 

Under the influence 

We’re all buried there 

Between yellow lines and broken promises . 

Is where we will stay . 

A grave . 

It was your choice as I walk away 

I’m shaking 

I’m crying 

I’m in disbelief 

By : amy Everett