When I Was Hung Up on a Fuckboy

Before I knew love.

There's glass stuck in my fingers from the
Time I tried to pick you up
All those years ago,
And my hands haven't worked right since.

The silence before my car fails to start
Is exactly the same as after I slipped
Passed your guard,
Hoping to make it all the way home.

God why is it that he's so angelic?
I'm fighting my head on not to be selfish.
I feel like I'm losing,
But at least I have you to lose to