You should write poetry
he told me.
And now when I bleed
I bleed only in poetry
Now when I cry
I cry internally
My pen,
The external vein,
The ink,
The endless dripping
dark that is in me,
Now all of my problems
Smoothens out
like the pages in my book
smoothens out
like the cold sleek demeanor I put on
no more tears to shed
Everything is beautiful
In poetry