Everybody seems so in love
And so connected to everything

I know plenty of love, and no amount
Of possible fairy tale endings will erase
What its done to me.

I will break.
I promise you that right now.
And all my jagged broken pieces
Will cut the palms of your hands
If you try to pick them up.

So don't bother, just sweep
Me up into a dustpan and walk away.

Im so good at fooling others
I end up fooling myself.
Love will never be for me.