Have you ever noticed how much we remember sadness,
Trace over the scars left on our skin, the tear stains on our knees
We forget about contentment so easily
It becomes a thing of the past so quickly
A moment of pure happiness is fleeting, while sadness is something we find comfort in
We seek refuge in pain and writing miserable word after miserable word on bathroom walls and tattered notebooks
Somehow thinking it will make the world feel bad for us
Our heartache isn’t poetic, nor is the melancholy we bathe ourselves in
The most beautiful thing a person can be is here
Not drowning themselves in distant memories or futures that haven’t happened yet
Here, breathing in flowers and coffee beans and people’s stories
Knowledge and lessons