As I sit down to learn the rules of the road and when to turn and yield,
you send me on a crash course.
My face goes from normal to flushed in less than a second and you sit
as if nothing had ever happened between us,
as if you hadn't hit the breaks every time our moment began.
You treat me like a turn you cannot make and I wait to catch you staring
like you always have.
Truthfully, I won't let you come back in.
You have gotten too good at sneaking up on me from my blind spot
and I will not let you **** me again.