Brakedownlane

Driving down the highway there you are hood open steam flying around you. I contemplate pulling over giving you a ride back to the city and then I remember who you are.

Who you were the last time we were together. I drive on by and I know you saw me as I momentarily slowed.

Selfish, self centered, bitch, soulless, heartless girl. Yeah I remember that and yes I did take it to heart although according to you I don’t have one.

Why was that I wonder?

Was it because I didn’t jump into bed with you the second you offered or was it because I choose my happiness over the mess you had to offer seeing you for what you really are.

I hope you remember it too as you walk down that long stretch of road all alone.