The car is on fire but I can’t stop “ve been thinking about” you. I’m sitting in the driver’s seat, maintaining onto the steering wheel, and I can’t look away. I must be considered you the room people stare at an accident on the road. The way they stand on an overpass, their mouths agape while they look on without lending a hand, most locked in place as though their puppeteer felt his heart collapse.
But my backbone tingles as I’m stuck in my set thinking about you. I’m appearing out the figurehead of the windshield, watching as the glass generates way and starts browning till it blackens. The leather on the rush is bending, and I think of the mode our digits fit together, fastened by some leatherworker who didn’t know what she was doing. Didn’t know what she’d do to the both of us. Didn’t know that we could be made to fit together. We are two separate parts, an imperfect but incredible skin. I watch the dash in front of me fold over again.
I feel the seat belt ultimately give way to the heat and turn my front. I construe the space the colorings invent as the engine and pistons melt and hear the whining of the belts as their rubber affords space. There’s a twinkle, but I’m still here, impounding close-fisted. Thinking about you in your underwear, only sitting there. Part of me knows you’re thinking about me. All of me knows you’re undressing me with your eyes until we are nothing but the stars, appearing down on our wreckage.
My heart mallets as I accompany the red lights pierce through the smoking. Like all the cloudy chambers we’d wander into, drunk and disorderly on our own. I was wrong, you’d ever is accurate. I know that is somewhere in my centre, and I know forgiveness is the act of telling it all go. I discontinue my hands off the steering wheel and hear a knock on the window.
It’s someone, and they’re trying to get me out. I don’t want out. I’m in the hot seat, and miss nothing more than to stay here as long as I can. To witness our fiery terminate, whenever that may or may not happen.
Love is a car crash, and I died on wallop.