Wow you look so shocked
It's as if you expected me to give a ****

I am always sad
Even in the moments I am overfilled with joy
I am quickly reminded that it will end
Everyone will go separate directions
And I must try to find a new moment

I am always sad
Like a bird in a cage
Who keeps singing a
beautiful song anyways

I used to love,
Love
Now I just write about
And the little it left me

"Behind every exquisite thing that existed, there was something tragic."*

"But I think you're absolutely exquisite and I tell you all the time."

*"I know."

I'm often asked
Where my inspiration comes from
And to be frank with you
My writing is simply a lost girl
Trying to grasp onto something steady
In the midst of war
With the blood spilled in battle
I put together words that sound enchanting together

Where the world sees beauty
I just see red