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