your letters, i tore them up
they were wonderful but they turned into fiction
it seems that all of my love stories are wannabe fake romances
even when they are vivid and so real
i'm so gullible
i have the tattoo to prove it
that's how serious i was, that's how delusional i am
weak, confused, vulnerable
the perfect fucking crash test dummy
you should have told me it was a drive to nowhere
instead of bailing out when the wall came
your walls, my walls, our walls
i'm uninsured
and unsure
of whether
i can
ever
get into
a fucking
car
again.