I Choose Reality

Someone once asked me what's my ideal guy like.

I didn't think much about my answer:

"I like people who are not okay and show it."

He seemed very surprised

to hear such a thing

so I went ahead to explain

why I'm attracted to sad boys

who have trouble opening up

and cannot find the courage

to love anyone since they can't love

themselves.

And still, he just didn't quite understand

why I find beauty in depression

and destruction.

I said "Everyone around me wants to

hang out with people who are cheerful

and always happy.

That's why the rest of us,

the insane people,

have no one to be friends with.

I want to find someone

who'll have the same problem as me

so that we have one another

and never feel lonely again."

It was the first time

I saw him smile

for real this time

because at that specific moment

he knew he was just like me.