Change the perspective
Like it's an elective
Chosen over the summer
To be my fifth period
Just say you’re happy
Be loving and sappy
Like a 90s sitcom wife
Who’ll never leave her husband
Do what you must do
Plan, not impromptu
Like a 2000s rom-com wedding planner
With a touch of OCD
It’s the deck you bought
The cards want you to rot
As if a deep dive on tarot
Could turn you into an intuitive genius
Mope like a poet
Standing strong like you know it
Like writing your pain
Isn’t still just performance in another font
Process and grieve
You’re so ready to leave
As if leaving my Crocs out of sport mode
Lets me linger longer
Making pain pretty feels awfully wise,
Til you wake up and notice
it's all you can write.