"It's cool!

It's fine!"

I tell myself in the mirror after I saw

you, out in town,

hand in hand,

starry eyed looking at some other girl.

It's cool,

it's fine,

it's been months I shouldn't have expected you

to be stuck

like me,

I can't quite move on

but it's cool!

It's fine!

I'll pick up the pieces of my broken heart from the ground

and glue them together again.

No need to wait

for a prince charming to rescue me,

I'm not a damsel in distress.

So... it's cool! It's fine!