I’m in a relationship with myself,
and while some people think that it’s hell, I know very well
that it’s not. Because No, I’m not distraught
to be caught by myself anymore.
Just me, on the floor, my thoughts galore.
I’ve learned to be calm, acknowledge my qualms,
but not make them into bombs.
I understand my lows and highs,
the shape of my eyes, and how to prioritize
what I need. No, it’s not greed to succeed
in discovering me. That I love do, re, mi,
sitting under a tree, and finding the key
to a song. By myself, I am strong,
and it’s okay to prolong a relationship
because before I belong with someone else….
I need to love the three:
I, myself, and me.