You'd think by now
I'd have learned
Not to think
And I swear
I try
But sometimes in
Moments when you
LOOK AT
ME
Like I'M
A PERSON
There's no way to
Stop
Me from coming alive
AGAIN

someone asked,

“how can you be
so happy,

but still write poetry
like depression
is all you know?”




did it ever occur to you
that maybe

I’m only happy because
I took that depression
out on this paper,

instead of taking it
out on myself?