Rumors and Rum

If wearing a scarlet symbol on my chest would quiet your self-assured whispers then I would craft one from old elementary school valentines. I would cut them into pieces, the trite expressions of love in the shape of cartoon dinosaurs. But I know that would only provoke you, with your vapid interiors and slow grins. I am sure you know so little about me, and would prefer it to any kind of conversation, because once I break your mold and excite your sterotypes you will be lost. I am your greatest assumption. You are my greatest downfall. In you, I provoke fear. In me, you stir doubt. I am willing to bet that you will be afraid longer than I will doubt your worth.