PAIN SHOPPING

I woke up early
And went pain shopping
Heartbreak on aisle 3
Put you up on a pedestal
And gave you my soul for free

I choose the cart far in the back
The one with the squeaky wheel
I’ll polish it up
Mend it with kindness
And teach it how to feel

You are fresh out of love to give away
So the generic shit’ll do
It’s not the same, but that’s okay
I’ll take what best works for you

The produce today is looking bleak
Sad apples bruised like my spirit
I’ll sing your praises through the speakers above
For you to pretend you didn’t hear it

I look past the flaws of the bakery treats
Desperate for smooth requital
Nothing as sweet, naive, or raw
As a woman in denial

I’ll pour all my love into you
And forget to add the yeast
You will not rise, but I’ll be fine
Once I’m wise enough to leave

I brought with me my dusty sacks
From deep within my closet
For you to use, emotionally abuse
And return to whence you got it

I would hate to be of anymore waste
In this grocery store of pain
My energy is gone, my time sold out
No shelves of dignity remain

So I que my cart with the squeaky wheel
And trash my list at the door
I came for the sale, I leave feeling frail
And now I crave nothing more