In my rear view mirror
A vision of his shadow
Digs heels into clay ground
Rust traps loneliness
On my way back
Home to freedom
Roller coaster rides,
Free offers to get high
Bliss smears in gritty glasses
Ignore history beside lovers
Counting diamonds in velvet
Awake all night, talking
Lies turn into ashes
Urgent red warnings sigh
Blue desperation bleeds
Into an unhealthy cocktail
Of emerald-gold speckles in his eyes
Speed draws me closer to secret needs
Demons dawdle on his shoulder
I’m leaving without him this time
Goodbye chases me
Through dust in a tailpipe
















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Reading this poem I felt like I was on a roller coaster for sure. I believe I have had a few relationships that have felt like this.
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Through dust in a tailpipe"...a beautiful descriptive poem with such feeling
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