my kind of art
i want to sulk
just for a little longer
let the bittersweet pain mold
into the corners of my heart
everyone else would surely puke
but to me sadness is art
art is there to be consumed
but this kind of art
it consumes me
i let it be
safe inside my black and white hold
i keep it comfortable and warm
while i struggle with it tenfold
you don't need to tell me to let go
i already know
it's what i should do
but it will never be my epiphany
because i have found mine
inside the pain,
inside its self-pity
showering me like rain
until i'm soaked but drained
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the sad star
Poetry時鐘 始終繞回 the clock is ticking round and round backwards hide and seek, lexie liu a poetry collection 2022©️
