Tinfoil

god damn it,
i\'m not talking about my heart
like it\'s something you could break.

there\'s no convincing you
i\'m not sick.

when i say \"heart\",
nothing comes to mind.
drug stores make me feel good.
think of silver around my wrist,
i\'m not well.
your chest is a cage for my letters,
and your handwriting\'s better than mine.

god damn it,
i\'m not talking about my heart
like it\'s a tinfoil valentine.

call an ambulance.
i don\'t want to walk home alone