You were a whirl around rollercoster with no brakes and even less track.
You weren’t the ride I was looking for and hell! After the first loop I wanted nothing more than to get off you then and there.
Off with you however, was never an option.
I kept us both clinging on by our fingertips. Despite the fall, the police, the lies.
Pin cushioned with splinters I tried laying track until the wood ran out and all that was left was the crash.
You walked away unharmed, and left me there, bleeding, like I knew you would.