Fool Me

You never found me worth it
God, I know I was a damsel in distress
But only the good kind that still had a smile
Even though it was forced, it still bloomed with bits of encouragement
And mostly, my belief in you
That you wouldn’t run me over with your reused undignified truck
That those old tire tracks you left on my body wouldn’t resurface
That your words wouldn’t be melancholy, leaving me lonesome
That those marks wouldn’t reappear, denting me harsher than before
That I wouldn’t lie here still wanting to intertwine my hand in yours
That I could, if you didn’t leave mine dangling lonesome beside itself
That you would take it all back
That I never gave it back to you in the first place
Not only letting you fool me twice
But being dim enough to let you fool me first