Passenger Seat

and i think i just like the comfort.
the feeling, the
rush.
i'm somehow getting
familiar
with the smell of
Jack Daniel's
faded
into the leather
seats of his car.
i am settled
with the
feeling
in my stom
ach-e
when i close my eyes
through the wind
as he drives too fast
with my window
down.
it just gives me some type of
home.
and he holds my hand,
steering only with
one
and it is a reckless
devotion.
so violently contradicting.
he puts me in
danger
just to make me
feel safe.