I dread the day
where I look to
you
sitting next to me like
there's nothing new
to learn or
find in
me

Where my hands are
so familiar
and this old
routine is
dull
and you
forget I'm
loving you
with all my
aching soul

you exist in the
darkest forests
of my thoughts
the deepest,
Ash Grove swamps,
and I'm afraid
of the lines I
can't change
the fault in me
that remains,
and you losing the
spark when you hear
my name

Oh god,
I dread the day.

Some people will say its a weakness,
But in reality it is not.
Sadness is very powerful, empowering.

It's easy to tap Into.
Into a depth no other energy would travel.
To some its a drug. Addicted to the suffering.

The high after the weep,
It's all energy focused through perspective.
It makes you think. It makes you feel.
The level. Perceptive. Respective.

What other feeling can inspire, yet be named weakness?
Sadness is powerful and create change.

So embrace it. Use it. Love it if its all you think you have.  
Because after the tears, think back, there's always a sense of relief,

After the weep.