how do I tell my mother that I am a lot happier than I used to be
The tall man that comes to see me weekly
His long fingers , moving around the guitar strings
He tells me that I’m too pretty and I always wonder if he has told this to other women
He calls me daily
He says I’m his priority
I was afraid at first as I was trying to establish bigger boundaries
The boundaries are still there
But I’ve never been happier
I can listen to his voice and his guitar all day as long as I don’t push myself further
For the very first time I don’t feel the pain that I used to feel from any men

And I really think that’s what matters the most in this different city