Good bye, sweet lover
Wish I could say you were a blast,
But I don´t do blast
I only do love or sorrow.
When I told that to the psychologist,
He didn´t raise an eyebrow,
He simply said- it´s your way
And I thought to myself- Finally!
Even if I pay him to do so,
It´s kind of empowering anyways.
I have a date tonight
High heels and red lips
The usual “trick”
Wonder if I can trick myself into it, too.