"JUST ANOTHER SICK, SAPPY LOVE SONG"

Don’t mind me

I’m just being a little girl

This song is sappy

It couldn’t be worse

It’s him

that the song sounds twice as grim

My faith in love is growing dim

even when they say

my chance is still not that slim

For now,

let me stand in the corner

at least until this song is over

No worries

I’m not going to cry harder

I’ll toughen up

pretty soon enough

After tonight,

I’ll pick up the pieces

as I mentally send him curses

in hopes that he’ll soon suffer

as I grow stronger...

...despite also feeling colder...

R.