I drove away with the heaviest heart.
My one foot on the gas while my mind begged me not to hit my breaks.
My mind told me to go as fast as I could and never go back.
Get far, far enough where he can’t reach you.
But my heart, my heart wanted me to stop.
My heart screamed for me to take an exit and turn around.
I couldn’t do it.
Too many times I have listened to my heart and where did it get me?
It got me somewhere between needing to get away from him but never wanting to get too far.
I knew that if I reached home I would never return.
That day I made it the longest ride home.