Manic Pixie Dream Store
On overspending —
Little trinkets to soothe the mind
Amusing gifts that one could find
High-end makeup, a fancy dress
Anything to combat the work stress
Two cups of chai every day
Nails and hair done my way
Books I don’t plan on reading
Hush, I know what I’m spending
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Paying for his and her brunch
Going out every day for lunch
I don’t gamble, I don’t bet
I’m not breaking the bank yet
Donating $5,000, isn’t that good?
I don’t need or want to live on food
The urge feels sharper than hunger
It’s like speaking without a stutter
Renting a place I can’t afford
More things kept, more to hoard
Like an itch inside my fingers
Like an earworm that lingers
Now I have a new car I shouldn’t break
And I can’t even step on the brake
I need to watch the numbers fall
It feels like nothing at all
I must simply have to have it
Much more than I want to admit
It’s not a want, not anymore
It became a need and I need more
How did it get this far?
Nothing left in the savings jar
When I blinked, the urge disappeared
Right when the chemicals interfered
