I will remember 2015 as the year
I was obsessed with Starbucks and sadness.
When the coffee stains mixed
with tear stains on my notebooks.


The first time I had my heart broken.
And second, and third.
When I lost my best friend
and the loneliness was paralyzing.


The year that I fell into the trap
of the suffering artist.
But oh, the metaphors were beautiful.


The year that I lost sight
of what makes me happy.
But oh, the paintings showed it all.


The year the war inside my head
became a bloodbath.
But oh, the songs were divine.


I will remember 2015 as the year
that I realized what growing up meant.
And that I wanted nothing more
than to escape it.

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