what do these roads spell

there aren’t enough of them,
as far as I can tell.

Maybe these streets are just scribbles,
no mysteries
no mess. 

Our minds cloud the path
for the guides in our chests. 

Let’s unwind
and rewind
each fight
from each night.

With tears,
I loosen your fingers
from mine. 

Through wet, bleary eyes
the clearest thought is the quickest way home.

Alone.

I don’t want to fight again

but since you insist,
let’s try again.

Switch with me this time,
be my passenger this time,
buckle up darling,
I’ll drive.

I’ll speed right into dead ends,
as our conversations deaden,
don't you wonder how it happens? 

No?
That’s a problem easily fixed
flying off the edge of the nearest cliff.

This time I’ll make the tires screech
as my leaden foot hits the floor.
This time I’ll make you scream
while you yank open the unlocked door.
This time I’ll make night witness fear
now choose
between the asphalt or me.

Hurry up darling,
rock bottom is waiting.