Nothing Ever Ends Poetically

There's nothing poetic about

Crying in a corner where no one can see

Holding your breath and sobbing

Behind the door for hours

So no one will know

How your bones are giving up

Carrying the weight of your sadness.

Nothing ever ends poetically

It ends and we turn it into verses

All the blood and all the ache

Has never been poetic

It was always just red

But we write about it anyway

Hoping one day, it'll heal the pain.