The Hopeless Romantic

Their breathless little lies And cheap perfume Never seemed to stay with me But how I fondly recall the way his blood splattered the seat belts And how he dumped me face down on the curb in front off the hospital My arm dangling from my chest like a derailed locomotive He walks around with a kiss on his arm Shaped like my teeth Or the face she made when I slapped the beer out off her boyfriend’s hand And how he whispered “enough” after I bludgeoned his face You’ve had enough When I said so A little bit of violence Never hurt anyone