stage one.
it's nothing i could have done, it's both or neither
or either but never just me.
i'm fine, it's nothing, i went to work today
and then out with the girls and then
back home and obviously i'm fine and it's nothing.

stage two.
what a joke, what a punchline, it's everything
to do with him and his issues
and what he did or didn't give me, i mean at best
it was circumstance, we couldn't
have fought those odds and won.

stage three.
maybe
if i lose weight
he will love me again.

stage four.
i just think i've seen what there is, you know?
i think i've dated every type,
fucked every fuckable person at least once,
loved every unlovable idiot at least once
except myself.

stage five.
i got some cats, so i'm fine.
obviously i'm fine, it was a good joke, i laughed.
losing weight is healthy.
at least i can stop having bad sex.
i miss good sex.