accident, insurance, goodbye

there she was; slightly raised,
like a fresh seal of painted lines
on overly worn paved roads.

she was complex and
in turmoil
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.

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Currently living in Vietnam, teaching English, fixing the world's problems.

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