there she was; slightly raised,
like a fresh seal of painted lines
on overly worn paved roads.
she was complex and
like a Mozart symphony, but
none of her was accidental.
immediately entranced and frightened,
i was driven to her, blinded by her
aura of pandemonia; all i knew
was that i needed to experience the crash.
engulfed in her wreckage,
orchestrated with precision,
she left me topsy-turvy,
and took my soul with her.
as i said, she was no accident;
unfortunately, my insurance didn’t
cover broken hearts.