breathing. {POETRY}

the blues

i'm a self-inflicted

cease/desisted

case of the blues

in this case i mean that all i care about

is being sad

but i continuously care about

not being sad

see, this is the contradictory irony of it all

i can wallow in my sadness

and still say that i'm happy

i can jump for joy

and still claim misery

i am the poster child

for melancholy elation

distanced inflation

and a never reachable destination