i fall in love with melancholy—
it undresses my mind and ushers out words
i didn’t know i had in me
there are some things that i can only say
when i am swimming in loneliness,
but not drowning
but sometimes it’s too much;
sad songs don’t caress the wound anymore
they poke at them,
make them bleed,
worsen it
i guess they were right, after all
when you feel darkness
knocking on your door,
don’t let it in—
it is not your friend
you deserve more than this sadness.
May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 2:08 PM UTC
i fall in love with melancholy—
it undresses my mind and ushers out words
i didn’t know i had in me
there are some things that i can only say
when i am swimming in loneliness,
but not drowning
but sometimes it’s too much;
sad songs don’t caress the wound anymore
they poke at them,
make them bleed,
worsen it
i guess they were right, after all
when you feel darkness
knocking on your door,
don’t let it in—
it is not your friend
you deserve more than this sadness.
