It's an Itch

Humans have this tendency to hold on to sad things. For some people, there is an almost masochistic pleasure in harboring and fueling the negativity of certain things, especially heartbreaks. Here's what I have to say about it - chuck it out, and move on!
The ink in my pen is black, pitch,
Boyfriend gave me the forever-ditch,
So here I am trying to figure it,
Where does it stem from, this undeniable itch.

I plan to write me a sermon
that will help me, my boyfriend beckon.
But I am struggling and failing to find words
which, will convey the feelings of my nagging itch.

You can drink chardonnay to get rid of it,
You can have laughter, fun and play to get over it,
But that's not all it takes, for you too know it,
You need more than money to cure the annoying itch.

It's been so long since I sang a song,
It is indeed, the time to move on,
Only if it's in time can you save nine
with a stitch, or it leaves an incurable itch.

But hell, I have decided to exchange my bad
for all things good and all feelings glad,
Cos I realized, with you no more in my life
that it was in fact you - you were the itch!
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Published: 11/19/2011
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