Stop it

Get off your stinking high horse for just one second,

Of course heart break hurts, what did you reckon,

that just cos it took you so long to say those words,

that it would hurt a little less and the words would be less

burdened?

You already knew this going into it,

that the break at the end would stink like shit

and your heart would fall into a million little bits but

 thats how we appreciate how each piece fits,

this mosaic of love and life and hope,

is the smoke of the dope we hold in our lungs,

we know that the moping will come

but that makes this high feel that much lighter, the laces that much tighter before they come undone.

Yes you’re in pain, at a little heartache,

It wasn’t in vain and you made no mistakes

but don’t for a second think I’ll reward you depression,

with ‘aw honeys’ and ‘I’m sorrys’ and egg on your obsession

with the story of entitled angst, that these pangs of tear-stained love letters will make you feel better,

cos I won’t.

I’ll say, stop feeling sorry for yourself,

you’re creating your own worries and mental health problems,

you’ll need your tears in future over burst arteries and condoms,

 you will need your pain to cover you when life dies away,

you’ll need your hate when you begin to question fate,

and you’ll need a hole to crawl to when the world is bitter, cold.

Don’t wish it on yourself right now, cos one day you won’t even see how

to make it out of bed when you realise all your friends are dead,

or nothing attaches you to this world, trust me,

you’ll need your depression one day girl.

Don’t pity yourself now, when the worst thing is how

to see the light after the fight and the breaking heart remains.

You were lucky to love at all,

 given the crazy percentages of tales told

of those alone and grown so old that their hearts

forgot how to fold love letters

and whether or not you agree with me,

 just be grateful and thankful to love so freely,

instead of denouncing the world around now you see shadows instead of sunshine on the ground,

and when you look up to the trees remember

that the reborn leaves need to die off once a year

but they don’t waste their springtime with depressive tears

knowing that this path led them here

and the winter leads on into the summer,

you cannot have one without the other.

I won’t coddle you and indulge your sadness,

nor will I model a perfect life to follow,

for madness breeds love and love breeds heartache,

but what other path would you choose for fuck’s sake?

If you want to be happy, as we all really do,

remember that happiness comes down to you,

your thoughts are your choices and the voices within

are the good and bad sides of identical twins,

feed the good wolf and walk away from the bad,

else you’ll forego all our beauty and end up raving mad,

There is no point to love, but to love itself and

being bitter and cynical sitting up on your shelf,

will obviously do you a wealth of good,

if you want to continue to be misunderstood. 

Get up off your high horse hug yourself and be done,

leave the sadness behind and look into the sun,

you can attract beauty and love and goodness and all,

just step out of the shadow and get ready to fall – again.