Moonbeam Tears

I am so tired of the poems I find online
Really, I can't take it anymore
The cliches are like little knives in my skin
Drawing one luscious drop of blood

With each new depressed word misplaced I read. 

I don't mind that you write poetry
I don't mind that you tell me
And the rest of the entire world
What it is that makes you sad. 
But please,
as you spiral downwards

and you cry in a corner

and the stars are as lonely
and you just

can't

take it anymore,

please don't write poetry

because it makes you cool. 

-Citron