[regular pain, different love]
am I sick
she asked
and my heart
broke in two
no
you're not sick, darling
but i hear voices in my head
don't you?
no, darling i dont hear voices
i think in pictures and paintings
then what do i think in?
darling, you must think in poetry and fairy tales and novels i cant begin to explain
these poems, they scare me
yes, darling, your poems are sick. you aren't sick. but you just have to learn to shape your poems into ones that are less scary.
im not sick?
not at all darling. having a sickness does not make you sick.
-falling asleep reading i never promised you a rose garden