When the rain came down that Sunday afternoon I knew I was in too deep.
The rain came down so hard and I worried that something bad would happen to the car.
We were driving and the rain was coming down like a monsoon on your little Nissan and I was afraid of driving. You grabbed my hand and said, "Hey, I got you."
"So, I can trust him" I thought.
But you can't see clearly in the rain.
You can't drive safely.
You can't navigate the roads the same as if there wasn't a torrential downpour happening.
You can't do it.
Words in the wind.
That was a lie. That whole, "I got you," bit was a lie.
A lie that put too much on the line.
We never crashed that day.
We crashed on another day altogether and the damage was irreparable because it was based on lies and shame and dishonesty and fear and immaturity.
We crashed on a whole 'nother day and the impact left scars and cuts, wounds and concussions.
It left blood everywhere.
The crash happened without the rain, sleet or snow.
It happened on a winters day in January when I realized you were not who you claimed you to be, you are not nearly as capable as you think you are and you are weak.
You left me in that car of hope and 'I got you' lies to move forward with the smashed up, crashed up disguise of...scars and cuts, wounds and concussions.
Cowards...don't deserve much in life.
And certainly don't deserve me either.
I can't help but wonder if it was me?
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