Somewhat Thankful: Ended. A joke.
An afterthought adrift in favorite songs,
Floating with the swirling smoke
I exhale across the pages of what went wrong.

I forgot to pay my rent yesterday…
I window-shopped for shoes instead.
I deserved them—I had to face the day,
For pain, I always choose to tread
Quietly. Privately. Until it fades
Into a place where no one hears —
Where breaking hearts decay in shades
Not of blue, but blackened fears.

I smiled, knowing it was true.
And somewhere, Satan quietly cheers.