Heartaches r us

And there was me, fighting against the inevitable.

Fire in my eyes & ice in my heart

screaming

'I will not become another broken home, broken hearted she-just-slipped-between-the- cracks-teen with oh so much relationship baggage, just nothing left to fill it with.'

But there's a price tag on my palm & a barcode on my neck

'Heartaches r us' it says

&

-Sweetie you know we've seen this all before…

I say I hate cliché but I can't (wont) live without it

(you always knew anyway that I never said what I really wanted)

But-

That just won't change that I'm standing here, indecisive, inconsistent, irrelevant.

Wanting attention & wanting you

there's Warning labels above your head

And honey, I have naïve printed all over my name tag