My Mechanic
Oh my mechanic
You somehow persuaded me to bring in my car
when I was ok leaving in the yard
for nature to take a hold of.
You saw my car and loved the made and model,
before I knew it you opened the hood
even though I didn’t know how to myself,
You took time to learn what was wrong with it.
She broke in the parking lot that day,
while I was panicking you figured out how to fix her
when I was on the verge of tears
Because, how could she already be broken?
You hopped in the drivers seat and fixed her.
Ever since you fixed her
you turned your attention back to my car,
my car gave way to your foot on the gas
My car loved your presence.
You helped fix my car
in ways I did not notice she was broken,
You liked my car when others wouldn't give it a second look,
I never knew how you could like my car so much
When you knew what lied beneath the hood,
You still accepted my car dents and all.
But I could see your car starting to break too.
Your car needed the time and attention you showed mine,
I could see your car in desperation
I didn't want to admit it,
because I loved the way you drove my car.
You told me you needed time to focus on your car
while that meant mine wouldn't drive the same
as it would with you in the drivers seat,
it still had all the potential to drive.
But I am so scared for your car,
I love it as much as mine anyways.
If you only asked if I was willing to be a mechanic too,
Because I believe I could do it,
I’m already under the hood after all.
I just need your car to tell me what's wrong and how to help fix it
My car knows it doesn't mean you won’t ever drive it again
it just wishes you would fix your car fast
I keep having to tell my car that's selfish
She whispers back to me;
she believed you could show her that ends don't always mean leaving
that you are not like every other mechanic ripping her off,
she loved being out of the yard and taking a spin around town.
I won’t let the overgrowth take over yet though,
Because I hope you will be done fixing your car soon.