To be truthful
I was always in love with
sad poetry
It's strange to think one might enjoy having
their heart ripped apart
by
ink and
feelings
swaddled together
in a
tragic figure
but
now my heart belongs
to happy
poetry
because I've felt enough of
my own sadness
to be swallowed into someone else's
I want to give
what I needed
words that
give and
share and
cuddle and
wrap you in a warm fuzzy
feeling
that makes you smile without
realizing you were
and
makes the world seem
alright.
