Bitter Fruit

I say that "I'm sick of being sad

All the time."

She says "Stop letting yourself."

I mutter something about 

Chemical imbalances...

It's a conversation we've had

Many times,

In many different rooms.

I think about all the

Holes I've burned in my brain.

The tightness in my chest 

When I run.

The way my kidney aches

When I wake up late with pants on.

Of the scars on my knuckles.

Of the parts of me that ache

When it rains.

There's nothing beautiful 

About smoke entering your lungs.

Or bloodshot, early morning,

Jaundiced eyes.

Nothing artistic about

The holes I punched in walls.

Or the off-kilter slope

of my battered, broken nose.

My scars are not a portrait,

They're just f*****g scars.

I think that maybe it's time

We stopped romanticizing

The things that hurt.

But I guarantee 

That some of you disagree.

You find painful art

What?

Tragic, romantic?

You want to f**k an artist?

You might as well

Open your legs to a train-wreck.

Do you think you're 

Going to save them?

No, nine-times-out-of-ten

You will f**k, leave,

And end up the subject

Of another bitter poem.

But that's probably

What you want.

See, tragic artists

Don't romanticize pain.

We just write what we know.

Reviews

[Emily B]

amen, i felt these words so very strongly

i think i have goosebumps

[Will]

This was blunt and straightforward, and I loved every line of it. You make an absolutely brilliant point, and you do so in a very naturally flowing manner. Nicely done.

[Firefly]

this was absolutely brilliant, i enjoyed this so much
"I think that maybe it's time
We stopped romanticizing
The things that hurt. "
this line was my favourite! well done, superb work.