The saddest part about hearing
Someone's voice start to crack
When they're talking about something
Most people find poetic,
Is that you can see
The strength in their eyes
Start to sever from their heart.

The saddest part about people
Is that we find love and death and hate and life
To all be extremely poetic, beautiful things.
But they're none of that.

Love is painful.
It can destroy you,
And even when it helps you grow,
And everything is going great,
There's still an ache in your heart
Because you're so used to the possibility
Of it ending at any second, at any time.
And even during the happy hurt,
It still hurts.
You ache to touch,
You ache to hold.

Death isn't beautiful.
It's horrible. It rips people from your heart
Without so much as a warning,
And even when you had warning,
Even when you thought you prepared for it
It still rips every part of you to shreds.
It takes everything you thought you were,
You thought you had.

Hate isn't poetic.
It's deadly.
The passion may empower you,
But it can **** you.
And you won't recognize
The monstrosity you've become.

But all of this,
All of this life,
It's lovely.
It is gruesome and painful
And filled with aches and wounds,
But it's so ******* beautiful,
With all its juxtaposition
And irony.
And if you can find just a glimmer of hope
Within all of this sadness,
Then you too
Are so beautiful.

And the saddest part about life
Is how it can break you,
But the most beautiful part
Is seeing how you can stand back up
Despite all odds.

It hurts a lot to open up
To anyone.
But I think it takes a lot of courage
To handle it on your own.
But I think it takes a lot of courage
To open up to someone.
And I know for a fact
Courage is underrated.