Brain vomit (5)

Mediocrity can suck it.

i find that i’m really bad at writing when i’m happy.
Is that a bad thing? Am I doomed to a lifetime
of artless complacency
or a thick and tortured 30-odd years of poesy?
It seems a brainless choice to make; shoot me up with words
Please.
The needle may be cold but my blood sure ain’t;
I’m young and it boils above an unusual flame.
My first.
Then again, perhaps not so unusual.
There’s no cliché like a young girl’s first love.
“L’amour, c’est magnifique!”
   
Ah, so long as I’m a brightly burning Juliet
I suppose I can survive it.

 

Author's Note

i know it's awful. feedback, please.