she claimed that she was sadness
but i never understood why
in my eyes,
she was a firework display on repeat
she was a sky of infinite stars
and even when i knew it was impossible, i couldn't help but name each one
she was the feeling of a heart beating,
the song i could never stop singing,
my lungs filling with air
only to have my breath taken
and she was cautious,
always careful with me
like the way she was
with her favourite novel
and i tell her that i didn't mind
having wears and tears
i didn't mind being folded
i didn't mind having
my spine broken
because i was hers
and i didn't mind being
an open book
but she was always so tender
and i loved her so much that
i didn't mind the dusk
that accompanied her dawn
because both were beautiful
she was beautiful
so when she said she was sadness
i didn't understand
but if it was true and
if this is what it is like
to be sad,
i never want to be happy again