She only listens to sad songs.

They matter.

They mean things.

 

She doesn’t realize how much she doesn’t smile,

doesn’t laugh.

People call her boring.

Happy bores her.

 

Only the lowest lows allow the highest highs.

So she feels everything,

takes in all of the pain

and holds it.

Only when she breaks can she hit the manic stage.

Poetry

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