Where's the 'good'
In saying "good bye"
From afar?
Hearing of all that you were, and are
Through a pixelated screen
Tinny speakers
And an unstable internet stream

There's no 'good' in that 'bye'
So I'll save that sweet salutation
For when we meet again, my friend.

Can you not see
I don't want to be
Just a line in a song that you sing
Of heartache, lies,
How love always dies,
And how none of it means anything.

"I'm in control"
I pretend
I depend
On this lie
To get by
A mantra I say
Each day
To convince the world I'm okay

But I did it again.

I aspire
To be well and free
But this cursed desire
Intoxicates me
All encompassing
And then...
Nothing.
Just regret,
Upset,
And the will to forget.

Oh, the irony:
Masks, everywhere.
Mine?
Always been there.

Aching head, bruised legs
Purse much lighter, and my pride
Annihilated