It's another Rainy April Monday
and I've been working like a slave for weeks.
I just keep wanting things I can't have.
All this wanting is no good.
And then I get this bitter taste in my gut
when I start thinking about all the fun I should be having.
I want to be young and silly.
...I am young and silly.
Today's a day for punching ex-boyfriends in the face
even though it's long been over
and burning bridal magazines
and telling parents their children are ugly harbingers of disease.
Today is a day made of kicking puddles and
the dirty looks of a malcontent like me
and more strange dreams of
a strange life I don't recognize.
It's another Rainy April Monday
and I'm a slave to all the things I want
that I don't have
and that's everything.
I have a message that might set you free.... come home to Mum lovie...time for a little nurturing, yes? You are greatly loved and so then you have everything...no? yes.
ReplyDeleteI love you...even if you were once an ugly harbinger of disease!