In love but at war

Writing is my therapist, my lover and the shoulder I cry on.

To write, I need pain. I need sadness.

To make my mind spin, I need sorrow. I need to worry.

To make me feel, I need tears. I need heartbreak.

But I am happy and content. I am in love. I feel devoted.

I feel so alive. I feel whole again.

Writing about happiness is something I have not yet explored.

Give me grief and I will give you a novel.

Give me love and I will give you silence.

I am not a love letter, I am a sad note.

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