Give thanks
For the pain of being trampled over fully clothed
Green paper raining down like sweet salt in wounds
Retail therapy was her addiction
So she hid her broken heart under an expensive leather jacket
Put lace over where he’d entered her without consideration
High tops to cover the fact that her ankles were leaning, almost broken
And aviator glasses large enough to capture a steady stream of tears
Give thanks
The banks that she abhors have raised her credit limit
She casually steps over the people waiting outside for sales
She pays the price
Full price
For all of her constant self sabotage
She never could quite say exactly what she wanted
Except three in different colors, but the same size
Could you bring her that in silk?
Her nails painted with the most delicate flowers
Decorations of what she remembers she thought of herself as once
Swipe
Swipe
Swipe
Declined
Her love, but never her card, so she keeps going to therapy
Pops tags the way the younger generation seems to pop pills
Gets high off the feel
Of fabric
She used to rock nothing but adornments that were tattered
But now she’s got the only thing that seems to ever matter
She’s got plastic and paper
Can’t seem to forget nights where he grazed the nape of her neck with his lips
So she messes up her French tips
Scratching away at her nightmares in her sleep
2am
Online
Therapy is open 24 hours
The pain is increasing, the agony of heartbreak
And it was NEVER fashionably late…
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