i played chicken
with a pick-up truck...
that's what it was like,
loving you.
the fear
of crashing
never even
entered my fettered mind:
it was just about winning.
i never
back down
(least of all
from love) and
all the ways you have found
to deny me,
well, they won't even matter
in the end:
except to
weigh you down
with knowing
you could have had me,
but
you were
just too chicken...
No comments:
Post a Comment