Writers Jam

she calls me her own
and everyone I talk to
refers to me as hers

I taste bitterness,
knowing I was snatched away
from what was truly mine

all the riches feel grey
when I am no longer
in her embrace

I took her for granted,
big time
burdened her

called her names
when all she ever did
was mean well

now I run back crying,
shamelessly
hoping she saved me a seat

I cry in the shadows
where no one can see
soaked tissues
and bloodshot eyes

I made up my mind
that I am here to thrive
but I lost my voice

now I find myself
travelling in one of the many vehicles
that move directionlessly
suffocating the roads
barely leaving space to breathe

I hold my breath
to feel what it feels like
and I hold it
until I could no longer remember
what it feels like to breathe

until I no longer feel the car moving
and the car stopped short
until i became one with the road