A poetic mind is blessings and a curse.
Things are so beautiful to you.
You see people in a different way.
Like everyone's was their own beautiful garden, growing more beautiful every day.
Everyone's mind had a beautiful glow to their face, regardless of how sad they looked.
You notice little things about people.
The way they smile, or the way their eyes lite up when they were excited.
But sometimes everything isn't a beautiful time.
Because at 4 a.m when your crying as you scribble his name across a piece of paper, isn't beautiful.
Because when you see every little thing in your everyday life, and you can't get his face out of your mind.
When your mouth taste bitter because his name makes you sick.
When the thought of him makes you dizzy and you can't stand up.
That is the ugly side of a poetic mind.
