People ask me why I write sad poems.
I choose to remember the pain, the longing, and all the despairing feelings I have held on to, for the happy world around me has been painted with too much hues. I am afraid that it can no longer contain my words bursting with colors.
People always forget the vast array of emotions that makes us more human. We push away what is dark, what makes us fragile, what makes us tremble, and what breaks us apart. We fail to recall that our lowest points are as important as our highest highs. For tears and wounds will let us live, will let us feel, and will let us see that hurting also exists because of love.
This is why I’ve written too many sad lines about you.
For I am sure that I will remember our days overflowing with sunshine-- your face, your voice, your surprises, your gaze, and almost everything about you can still be looped on my mind even at times when I don’t want to.
But I fear that I will forget how you have scarred me. I dread that my memories will trick my mind to cling on to just the happy parts. I worry that your forgetting and leaving will soon escape me. So tonight and almost every night, I will try to scribble sad poems for you. Only for you and my tears.
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