I put my cigarette out over my heart right next to where I have your named tattooed on me forever.
A morbid ritualistic reminder of the night where your lies finally caught up, and it’s either up or down again
An even playing field covered in broken glass and selfish mindless actions
Though as my mind races, nothing is even and the thought of glass cuts seems inviting compared to catching you in another lie for this last one crippled me for months as you watched high on the side lines.