Driven Home

Loved but cut loose
For selfish rhythms
Too many reasons to list
No anger or misplaced feelings
Just defused passion
And hopes for rational responses
I'd make a sandwich
And the greatest sacrifice for you
Forced to face me
Through a shield of tears
You come down and see
That you've wasted those years
Which of us is contextual
Bisexual
Willing to try?
Who's sensual
Eventual
Waiting, but blind?
Hard nails
And guard rails
I know you'll drive
Another one home