More than the mark he left on my ride

Etched inside

is his deep cruel groove

He had a taste for

honey baked

hearts

So he carved out mine

and ate it with his wine

A mind in drunken state

intoxicated by doors

of his past

that opened too soon

and closed too fast

leaving him permanently scarred

and locked out

But my knob turned

Entered the hope

the love

and the burn

Hot white coals in a black pit

Chalk line drawn on the asphalt

A death that sizzles in the depths

of fault

Sharp cuts streaked into my mold

Memories keyed across

my ride and my soul