The world romanticizes healing
But no one wants to stay for the breaking
Or so I thought⦠the smiles have faded
The more I write about breaking
The more put-together I feel
The more response I also get
Who even needs closure
When you can dress your suffering in metaphors
And they clap better than love ever got
Misery it seems, is my muse
Funny how tragedy sells once you make it appealing
Especially when it hurts
KJ βπΎπ°πͺπ
