Velvet And Porcelain Poem by Lucas Akkadian

I let you take the wheel
with my wreckage to escape,
to drive us fast so I could feel
on icey roads, like Heroin.

And surreal it was to see
that our faces never flushed,
to break our semblance of cool sleep
as we faced the end in fatal trust.

Across that bridge we careened
together to crash like porcelain
And now I lay beside you, torn
among your scattered shape.
But I feel this dream must
have been yours,
because I've never been
afraid to break.