Why do I do this to myself,
just as my thoughts are almost safe and sound?
Why do I have such little self control
of these emotions that have been back logged
since we began to fall apart?
I get stuck inside my own petition,
arguing against letting you back in,
because you left me all alone
and never explained why you just gave up on me.
I convinced myself you were gone for good,
but I knew deep down I could reach you
with just once click in my phone.
But I am not holding my breath
for the recovery truck to rescue us,
it is too painful to reunite after all these years of silence.
I think it is safer
to remain broken down on the highway,
at least then I know I am in danger
and at least the traffic will give me some warning
before they knock me over.
