The best poems are all about loss and pain and suffering. It feels more natural to write a poem about a long lost memory, Or a love that never worked.
Poets aren't allowed to be happy. They’d run out of material to write about.
The words content and happy in the same sentence as the word I'm, feels like your tongue never sitting right in your mouth, like teeth getting in the way when making out like an itchy throat, not going away even after coughing a fit.
The phrases You are and my boyfriend can't be a real sentence like how unicorns and fairytales don't exist. They just feel like two jigsaw pieces from different parts of the puzzle forced to sit beside each other.
The word love just doesn’t resonate with the beat of my heart. Maybe because my heart stopped beating a long time ago and my brain had to carry the workload so I think twice as much as I should synonyms? I overthink.
I may be the only poet who doesn’t want to be happy; a ******* clinging to heartbreak, and loss and pain and suffering. because it’s easier to let heartbreak wrap myself in its familiar arms than to experience an adventure with happiness wrapped in mine.