My grandma once told me that
when she was growing up, she
always liked sad songs best. She
said it was beautiful to feel,
and if a song made her cry it
became her favourite. Maybe I
don’t always choose people who
know how to handle breakable
things gently, but I know how to
give my heart to people who
will make me cry, and I know
somehow it always makes me
feel more alive.
i fell in love with a lonely person
who was filled with so much emptiness
that i could’ve whispered “i love you” into his ear
and it would have echoed for eternity.
they tell me that lonely people
are meant to be alone,
that i should find someone who
could make me happy.