Happy Poem

If you wanted a happy poem, you should have treated me better

No one likes the rain but the rain brings life, just like the sun, so why do you cry when I replenish myself with a sad poem? To be happy all the time is suffocating, like yellowing grass I will dry out and die.

If you wanted nice words you should have let kindness pass you lips into my ears, not hold my wrists and make me do things I didn’t want to do.

There have been happy moments in my life but I don’t need to heal from them. If you didn’t have sad poems, you’d have no poems at all and what a grey world that would be.

Poems about you bring colour into my life again, colour you drained with a single touch, a single word, a single memory that spread through my body like ink blots on paper — it’s a stain I can’t remove.

If you wanted a happy poem, you should have treated me better. I hope you turn in your grave as I write away your sins, like blowing candles out — everyone knows who you are, what you’ve done and I heal in the monsoon.

Thank you for reading my poem. I am a writer, poet, bookworm, and mental health advocate who hopes her words heal. I’m also co-editor of The Brave Writer and known on YouTube as The Dissociative Writer. You can find me on Facebook, Twitter and Instagram.