Grace of Monaco

I live near Monaco,
And I am miserable.
I have two dogs,
And a maid who irons my clothes.
When I wake, the warm sunlight greets my face,
A glass of freshly pressed orange juice by my side.
In winter, it seldom rains,
But once it did,
And I saw a bright, beautiful rainbow from my window.

I have a group of friends;
I host tea parties for them.
They’re all so great,
With so many stories to tell.
I own a red convertible,
And sometimes I drive it,
Taking in the beautiful view of the sea.
The Mediterranean is never turquoise
Always just blue in its purest sense.

I own two Hermès bags,
And I have real love in my life
Love that I can receive,
And love that I can pour into.
And yet, I live near Monaco,
And I am miserable.

I search for other places I could go.
I thought about booking a ticket to Glasgow,
Where the weather would be cold.
The truth is, I wanted to be somewhere unknown,
To hide the bullet holes.

You see, I have too many wounds,
And the blood has crusted over.
It's disgraceful,
Ugly, and itchy.

I knew I couldn’t just fly away and disappear,
Abandoning love for despair,
Security for endless agony.
So I drove my convertible off a cliff,
Tumbling down the hills until,
At last, I crashed and drowned in the sea
The beautiful, deep blue sea.
Never turquoise,
Just blue, in its purest sense.
You see, I belonged there.

For once, I just belonged somewhere.