Tire Tracks

I can look but I can't touch

what I want to feel so much

to see if it is real or just a crush

it's best to wait and not rush

into something regretful

stuck and unable to let go

confused and just don't know

why I keep hitting the gas trying to take it slow

I've been behind that wheel before

handprints all over the door

all of the drama and scandal

that I refuse to handle

love scars and keyed cars

broken glass all over my front yard

when I love, love attacks

trying to pack

asking for my stuff back

there's no expiration date

to show how long

it takes for love to turn to hate

no shelf life or danger zone

to tell you when to stop holding on

going through the motion of

emotional commotion

experience is a stop sign

the rearview of life

is for looking behind

the green light is for stepping on it

running over habitual thoughts

that cross my mind in the past

from crossing the line

drawn by me and my

codependency