Things I Tell Myself
(Original Poem)
A fly got into your room
A few weeks back
But I couldn’t bring myself
To kill it.
So I thought it
You, back — a mundane
Angel checking in on me.
Sometimes I tell myself:
Maybe you’ve just gone to the shop,
But the shop is very far away.
Or you’re stuck in traffic
And the line stretches back
Beyond the time I have left.
I saw on the other place a comment that actually was suggesting that sometimes we tell ourselves some delusional things since sometimes we don’t want to see things for what (or who) they are, and it seemed to be very fitting. And I definitely second that. Most likely all of us has gone through something like that in our lives at some point, which is why this small creation of yours feels so relatable. I like this a lot. Because of how relatable it is indeed.