Someone once asked me
"What's the saddest poem you've ever written?"
And I replied with,
"I don't know, how do you know whether a poem's sad or not?"
And our conversation ended at that.
But now that I think about it,
I think what's gonna follow after this
might just hit home.
She tells herself all the time
that she's pretty, kind and smart
only because no one else will.
Keep your chin up high, dearie
taste the stars if you want.
Of rainy days, cloudy skies, fiction, Korean music, pretty boys, agoraphobia, thoughts on paper, and the scent of rain on dry earth.
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