I don’t like happy poetry.
People loving and laughing and smiling.

I like it when people twist through their
ever existing thoughts and manage to
tear out shreds of the universe.

I like it when people cry so hard they wake up
the next day feeling like they could climb a mountain.

It’s not healthy. But poetry is life.
And a happy and perfect life is boring.

I hope you’re happy. I hope you’re sad. But I hope it’s the best sad. Get sad, write some good poems. I’d love to read them.