Just a few words can change everything.

“I’m supposed to be angry”

I tell myself

“I’m still mad, right?”

But just a few words

And it fades away

And I feel myself softening

Melting into you like always.

Somewhere in my brain

There’s a control panel that little people are frantically clicking

Wondering if I’m malfunctioning or just programmed wrong

“Why is she trying to smile?? Make that go away. She’s still supposed to be pissed…”

Just a few words

And I’m looking at my phone

Like it could cure cancer and fix climate change

Like it can heal every little scar

And mend every broken piece of me

Like it’s the only thing I need in life

Because my phone has all our messages.

And the little people in my head say

“…she’s frickin’ smiling. Why do we bother?”