he will grip me by my hair,
and drag me outside.
he\'ll say he\'s Romeo
and I\'m Juliet;
it\'ll be a lovely suicide.
I start to reflect.
all the men I cherish
are no men at all,
rather, they dissect
the hearts of the perished
and answer to no call.
Sawyer used to tell me
I\'m worth more then twenty dollars,
which I\'ve thought about
for twenty years
and will for twenty more.