The tire blew and the car spun out of control.

Like a train wreck that left you feeling unwhole.

Cyclic spirals within your mind.

Words were spoken that were not kind.

A broken heart like a shattered windshield.

Being accused of playing the field.

Emptiness, within your souls.

Queasiness, as the car rolls.

Bumped and dented, no longer new

The emptiness within you grew

Broken, now that car is mangled.

But no longer are we still tangled?

The roses thorns that bite and scratch.

But that door is closed.So turn the laBut that door is closed. So turn the latch.

All things end, that was what was meant.

So I write these words that is how I vent.

I do not blame kind words. I will send

That is how my heart will mend.

Without the fight, without the violence

I let you go I stand in silence.

The mechanic fixes that broken car.

And hopefully we can both go far

I love you all this I know.

We need to reap what we so

While we still have a chance in youth

This poem is my absolute truth.

Our children will not see us fight.

This is a truth that I will hold tight.

Do not be sad and do not hate.

This is simply just our fate.

The car of life was meant to drive.

Without that stress, we’ll feel more alive.

Thank you all for reading my poems as I try to work through everything that happens in our lives. Please drop a clap if you like. What I’ve read and if you if you wish to respond, I will respond back.

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