I ran into an ex weekend, then I backed up and hit her again
who’s paying for the damage to my heart?
insurance doesn’t cover the flood of tears and scars on my wrists
an eternity of time left to heal the wounds of instantaneous harm
misguided and undirected like a plane on autopilot
they find their mark when the fuselage is lodged in my heart
burning to the core
big hole left to fill with some more