A Brightly Burning Flame: Part 1

My teardrops stung the steering wheel As I drove into the black And kept my heart upon the feel Of never looking back. I took off down that winding road, Wounded; far beyond all sense, Carrying a most taxing load So terribly immense. The sheer weight of disappointment Was just more than I could bear And in a moment of lament I wished that you were there. A single thought that made me ill To the reaches of my core. How could I even want you still When I was nothing more Than a means to an end? A toy Used in such a senseless game That, given time, would soon destroy A brightly burning flame.