Follow me to the end of the dare
What was I thinking?
I drove myself insane.
No small getaway.
Asleep with both hands on the wheel.
White knuckle weekend.
Going to an unnamed end.
We met in rain, you asked me in.
Seemed like a good sign.
Now I need a guillotine
to get you off my mind.
I brush my teeth until they break.
Until I start bleeding.
So when I smile I’ll know
I’m almost good enough for you.
And would you…
Follow me to the end of the dare.
Raise your eyes, return the stare.
Become your words. Your words so becoming…..