Heart on the Wheel

In the backseat,
I want it
I want it
until it hurts.
In the backseat,
it's cozy.
it's last winter.
But-
I'm never satisfied.
The backseat,
makes my heart all
pitter-y-
patter-y.
The backseat,
it's alright.
We'll be alright.
For awhile.
But there's the
Worst Part.
The driver-
he can kick-me-out.
You-
can kick-me-right-to-the-curb.
Zoom Zoom
Bye.

Not this time.
Got my hands
and my heart
on the wheel.
Left
Right
and I drive and I drive.
But this is no better
than the backseat.
I am the driver.
Only one seat.
I am the driver.
I am alone.

This can't happen
It's my Greatest Fear.
My Greatest Fear:
This always happens
when I
Steer.

TIme Will Tell

Cry.
There's not enough time.
Cry.
Too much time has passed.
Cry.
Time is flying by.
Right now.
But time feels good.
Sometimes.
Time feels bad.
Sometimes.
But time can not be,
good,
nor bad;
it can only pass.
Time brings,
every
one,
closer to,
the end.
Does
every
one,
every
thing,
end?

After the Beginning

It's shy;
Like after the first kiss.
It's shy;
Like after the first fight.
It's shy;
Like the beginning.
If everything stayed,
a beginning,
she'd never taste the porridge.
And we'd never figure out the ending.
Is that such a bad thing?