Bitter

The cracks are widening, and the air is restricting under the weight of your words. You love me one minute then the next I am trapped again, drowning in a sea of emotion. Your hand used to always come in last minute and save me, but I have my doubts now, looking through the rearview mirror at you flirting with a mermaid. Ironic how you used me like a crowbar to free you from your emotions then let me sink to the bottom when you saw me as too heavy. You only came back when you were drowning and ignored me when I was trapped here. When I was wedged between the tire iron and spare in your trunk, debating kicking out a tail light because I would surely suffocate if I didn't and drown if I did, you were in the front blaring music, ignoring me.

Yet, I stayed. I was your dashboard, your flares, your safety blanket in the backseat. I was your lifeline when you had no one, but you were never mine and I spent a long time telling myself it was fine when it wasn't and now I see it clearly as I inhale the stinging salty water and I can't tell if the water has finally seeped in or if the tears I've cried have finally reached my neck because I was too busy watching you swim away with someone else to pay attention to anything else.