I need to report an accident. I was going home and he just came out of nowhere.

I was trying to slow down but we were going too fast. I looked over towards the car then all of a sudden, we just crashed.

We were in different lanes but he merged and I followed. I intended to just stop but mistook the break for the throttle.

This was going on for miles before the accident took place. I should have turned right but I had to see his face.

I just had to meet the driver. I had to win this race.

Block after block, slowing down and speeding up. Seems like we were both looking for something but neither of us would say what.

No cars in sight, no homes on these streets. Red light, Green light, stop, go and repeat.

We did this over and over, not sure of what our destination is. I wanted to go home but somehow I ended up like this.

In a ball of twisted metal, burning rubber and broken glass, the crazy thing about it is no one was injured in this crash.

I got out to check on him as he got out to check on me. No bumps, no bruises, no trauma that could be seen.

As we stood there looking at each other in awe, we took a minute to look back but couldn't recognize either car.

Everything was a blur, I couldn't understand this mess. I tried to remain strong throughout this heart wrenching test.

Paramedics rushed the scene, we put up a good fight. We both locked eyes and wished each other a good night.

Two hearts no longer broken, cold or torn, the connection grew stronger, faster and warm.

Though accidents happen, not all are in vain. We dusted it all off and together, we rid each other of previous pain.

A new found love, a dozen blossoming roses, so glad to start this journey before the iron door closes.

I know there's more to you than the man that I see. Who are you really, when you're not with me?

Behind the scenes there's a person so sour, so foul. You've put on quite a show so I guess you can take your bow.

At first, its not you, its me. Maybe I'm just not what you had in mind. Seems like you were ready to take all of the help that you could find.

Even if it meant hurting innocent people. Even if it meant almost turning the purest heart into something evil.

They say you live and learn, have no regrets. Fuck what they're talking about, they didn't live through this stress.

They didn't have lonely days and sleepless nights. They didn't try to make amends after every fight. They didn't feed you, house you or make sure that you're alright.

Yet and still, you still chose them over your so called Queen. I should've minimized your chances when that dirty mirror became clean.

By clean I don't mean that you told the truth behind your lies. Clean as in I saw the malice in your eyes.

No regrets my ass! I'd take it all back if I could. If I had the chance for a "do over", with no hesitation, I would.

No regrets? Bitch, please. It's hard for me to to even call a man (well let's say male) a bitch but BITCH you got me fucked up and I use it as I see fit.

You must be some big time player with all of the people you fuck over. I lived everyday near drunk until my heart would feel sober.

So drunk to the point that I couldn't feel the excruciating pain. So faded to the point that I couldn't remember your name.

It was me who came running in your many times of need. It was me racing home with a need for speed.

A liar, a cheater, deceiver, heart breaker. If it came down to it, you'd be the giver and the taker.

Giving your ass to kiss, giving multiple lies, taking my love for granted and ignoring my cries.

You were only "the man" in the eyes of others. I saw your soul. I saw your true colors.

I'm glad that I'm not "her" because I know I deserve more. Why wasn't I stronger sooner to show you the door?

After all was said and done, I still tried to find meaning. After the lies, the bitches and fights, I still tried to find reason.

When the lights turned on, everything started looking funny. Nothing you said held any merit, no true intentions of returning the money.

Glad that its over, glad I'm not your girl. I should've listened closer when Foxy said "Let no lame nigga rule your world".

You reap what you sow so I hope that you're ready.  You should have a dolly in tow because this package will be heavy.

There will be no more contact. No reaching out to your momma. There's a special thing for people like you and it's my best friend, Karma.

Before things got better, they started to get worse. Instead of this fairytale, happily ever after ending, it's been plagued by a curse. I waited for you. I put my dreams aside. There was never a time when I wasn't down to ride. We don't have to downplay this because the proof is in the pudding. I continuously put you first, knowing that I shouldn't. The brain game or blame game, who's fault is it anyway? The saddest part is if I had to (back then), I'd do it all again any day. We go up; we go down. This roller coaster makes me nauseous. Knowing that my heart is brittle, you'd think that I'd be more cautious. I gave you parts of me while expecting nothing in return. Instead of extinguishing this wild fire, you let me crash and burn. I've learned my lesson, so this can't happen ever again. I don't want to resent you so let's not be lovers or even friends. You must give to receive, but you don't see that because you're selfish. You took full advantage of my kindness and the fact that I'm genuinely selfless. You can put you're bullshit into something else and completely exclude me. I need happiness in my life, and with you, that will never be.

So fast. So sudden. Before we knew it, we were fu.. Nah never mind.

Let's just scratch that line.

Those 1st hours turned to a day. Days turned to weeks.

Now it's months later, and everything still seems sweet.

This "honeymoon" phase is just begging to end.

Asking to put the guard up. Asking to remain as "friends."

But with all due respect, how can you expect to be a friend to the only one you really want to let Let in.

Let love. Let listen.

Let christen, these brand new linens, and indulge in all of this "healthy sinning"??

How can I look at you the same after these nights we shared?

How can we both move on like neither of us cared?

I'm not pushing nor pulling; I'm just being realistic.

You keep throwing these signs & There's no way I can miss it.

Somehow, someway we found “love” in a place so hopeless.

With no cares in the world, yet not losing any focus.

Who says it's wrong? Or that this “love” is high risk and filled with danger?

Nobody knows better than us. Why can't we remain two perfect strangers?