Drive

 

From the safety of my car

It is uncomfortably easy to feel

To feel angry and hurt, to let the bottles overflow

And words to come out

Harsh and cold

 

I don’t have to look into your eyes

When I say things that I am fairly certain will hurt you

Saying the feelings out loud before I can edit the sting

 

Then, by some horrible coincidence

I am left at every stop and red light

Forced by self inflicted silence

To view Your tired, crumpled frame, and pained face

 

How cruel I must be to say such things

Truthful as they may be, I am doing it for me

While I want You know what I am thinking

I want You to fight

Fight for me,

Even if I am the enemy

 

My confidence shouldn't rely so heavily on You

Your actions should not determine my worth

Especially after Your constant reassurance

 

But, I am a pathetic swimmer

Violently clawing and reaching for safety

Catching You in my fight to survive

Twisting in my whirlpool of fear

I still don’t know if I want You to pull me out to safety

Or Jump in

 

Just, please don’t walk away.

 

Reviews

[William]

Your endings are always so strong. The last stanza completely nailed it for me--this poem is really a fantastic read.