r-a-c-e-c-a-r

You were never a family minivan

a wild heart beat up volkswagon

or a city tour bus.

You were a getaway car.

At least I thought so.

(maybe you were really public transportation

taking anyone anywhere they wanted to go.

Except me.)

I wanted mountain drives and slow cruises

you wanted faster, faster, record breaking speeds, downhill both ways.

And everyone knows r-a-c-e-c-a-r is spelled the same way backwards,

but they don't know, you were the backwards one

constantly turning without signals 

leaving nothing but dust.

 Boy, you have a car crash heart.

Yes, you took my breath away,

but you never learned to follow stop signs.