Ever since
I put that
blue pill
inside my mouth,
as it traveled down my throat
into my stomach
and while it made me happy,
I couldn't piece together my words
but I guess that
I could only write
when I felt broken and sad.
I guess that it is the price to pay.
To write I must be sad,
To live I must be happy.
To die I must write.
To be born I must write.
You see my problem?