They say all's well that ends well but I'm in a new hell every time you double cross my mind. You said, "If we had been closer in age maybe it would've been fine." And that made me want to die the idea you had of me, who was she? A never-needy, ever lovely jewel, whose shine reflects on you not weeping in a party bathroom some actress asking me what happened, you, that's what happened, you, you who charmed my dad with self-effacing jokes sipping coffee like you're on a late night show but then.