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!

Somebody understands

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.

 

January, 2016