Divas' Intelligentsia

Two years, three months and ten days in the life of a (recently) single girl
Scales and mirrors made me realise
A break up and ham & cheese danishes are not kind to
My thighs
Sex and committment are much slimming

Things are not as I thought
I was wrong about so much
And I am seldom wrong
Monogamy is not monotony
It's liberation with a twist
Of emaciation

So now I find myself
Googling exes,
pashs,
and former flights of fancy
With no results found

I am dead
So I must mourn the girl and what was
Everything is gone forever
I'm no longer bright and shiny
I'm scared of everything and nothing
So today I might just stay in bed

I want a room
that I cannot see.
All white.
No polka dots
no red wine
no ocean theme.

For I cannot be your ocean.
Constantly returning
to pick up your discarded tears
and wash away
your cliffs.

To tuck myself away
in the whiteness
hearing only the chimes
of a distant glockenspiel

That is my non-existent
wish.

And it whispers to me
like the antarctic ocean
in which I put my feet.