i want to be a sad bastard

My Favorite Sad Bastard

I like being happy. However, I know there is beauty in pain. I want to be poetic about feeling. I can't just become a poet. I have to be fully immersed in the beautiful tragedy of my broken heart. My heart isn't broken. I am in a shiny new relationship. The innocence is still there. It's lovely, but not poetic. Not yet, anyway.
Simple images can be poetic too. A solitary shoe in the road, a wire fence casting a shadow upon a playground.
The poetry of music combines voices and instruments to pluck at every emotion conceivable. Thom Yorke's capacity for miserable beauty makes me cry. His bittersweet melodies and lyrics wrap themselves around my heart. It's my secret fantasy to be one of those tragic singers with a lovely voice, the soundtrack to a person's freshly broken heart, the well to their tears. I don't want to hurt someone, I want my words to paint the picture of their pain, poetically of course.