Lipstick and Politics

After doing a reading of a set of poems I'd written first as a journal entry and then decided I wanted to share, I received a lot of interest in this particular poem. A few people have asked if they could read it independently of myself. I'm just going to leave it here for anyone that wishes to read it; I assure you it's much better read aloud. Thank you so much for all of your love and support xx -- i’m falling in love with my therapist (hard) My mind is my home, he says. If I could control it, I’d have black marble countertops And an island in the kitchen. I’d wrap fairy lights gently around the white bannisters And hang pictures on every wall The windows would be open in any weather. I’d scrub it clean at least once a week I’d pay the rent on time and give the landlord Christmas gifts. You can’t control everything, he says, Which explains why I blame myself when something goes wrong. I apologise profusely when others damage my home.