A catalogue of a neurotic masochistic middle-aged woman's sorrow, stupidity and self-indulgence. Why I do this to myself is the perennial question. Yes I must be a masochist.
Thursday, 7 January 2016
I know I said
I know I said I don't love you
like that anymore
I know I said I am okay
that we're different from before.
I know I said I'm fine as we are
but I'm not really -
not by far.
Perhaps if I say
I don't love you
often enough,
some time, some day
it will become true.
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