you told me my heart would mend if I could take two pieces of gum and chew until my teeth hurt and I would be rooting for alcohol instead of you but I said nothing could ever save a broken heart with wobbly legs and an outdated smile because this world was too old for ******* and I was too young to believe in a road with no ends, but you offered me a couple of Smints and said it will be all better because you'd rather see my lips taint with artificial red than eyes stain with stoic crimson.