I shop because I love scarves.

I shop because I love sunglasses.

I shop because I love shoes.

I shop because I love colors.

I shop because I love patterns

I shop because I love myself.

I shop because I want to forget.

I shop because I need to forget.

Need to forget that you’ll never return my affections.

Never return my longing gazes.

Never return my feelings.

My emotions

My desires

Desires to touch

To laugh

To play

To hold

To commit

Commit to you the way I commit to True Blood every Sunday

Commit to something other than a cigarette or a shot of Jose

I shop because it feels the empty

The empty feeling of knowing you’ll never propose to me at a Mariah Carey concert

I shop because I can

I shop because I can now and when I was growing up if I wasn’t on clearance it didn’t come home

I shop because debt somehow proves I’ve made something of myself

I shop because I need to prove something to myself

I shop because I love myself

I shop

I shop

I shop because I love scarves and sunglasses and shoes and myself.

I shop because even though it won’t heal the wound, it’ll cover it and make it look pretty.

(I’m not poetic. I’m not insightful. I’m not deep. I’m not any of those things. This was written in exactly 74 seconds and it probably shows.)

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