haunted by cars, of all things

i see you everywhere. well, not you. your car.

i feel you following me down every street i drive, looming in every dimly lit parking lot, never leaving me alone.

and i know it's not you. most of the time, it's just another ford fiesta that overpopulate this town.

did you know they've sold over 500,000 in the US in the past decade?

do you know how it feels to have over 500,000 reminders of someone who pretty much ruined your life?

i'm waiting for the day i look in my rearview and the black car that's followed me a bit too long belongs to you. to see the hatred and obsession that fills your eyes, boring into mine. that obsession that makes you talk about me to your friends, even after four years oast whatever really happened. that hatred that brought you to say the worst things about me when you lost me again and again. that obsession that brought you back every time. that hatred that made you cheat on me while telling me you loved me.

i'm waiting for the day i get in my car and see more writing on the windows. ugly hearts and my own name scribbled in the dust. i'm waiting for the day that's not enough, when letters show up, when i regret unblocking you from every platform you could reach me on, when you confront me in person and i have nowhere to go.

do you know how afraid i am of you?

do you know how much i wish i coud get in my own car, drive down my own street, and not feel your poisonous touch lingering on me?

do you know how i wish we'd never met? maybe then i wouldn't start shaking at the sight of every black car i see.

-TDP