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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
