She lay naked and raw in the back of his car with all her clothes on.

After all this time,
It wasn't you breaking my heart.
I held the hammer even when you were gone.

being skeptical of love
love is a myth
told by someone that doesnt know for sure either
ingeniously camouflaged myth
spoils you with so much fun
so you will never, or you wont ever know what happiness is
then you get numb with the fun
that is when you realized
you chose to exacerbate your mournful, miserable,  useless heart, by falling into that myth.

and I don't like it! Make it stop!