Mar 2019
I fell in love
With the feeling
Of sadness
Of pain
I knew all its words were lies
But they sounded so true
But they felt so honest
I listened
Knowing full well
That this love was poison
I drank myself drunk
Into a dumb stupor
Because what is
Intoxication
But the act of filling oneself
Full of poison?
But I liked its flavor
I liked its rush
Again I filled a cup with sadness
And I drank deep
With the feeling
Of sadness
Of pain
I knew all its words were lies
But they sounded so true
But they felt so honest
I listened
Knowing full well
That this love was poison
I drank myself drunk
Into a dumb stupor
Because what is
Intoxication
But the act of filling oneself
Full of poison?
But I liked its flavor
I liked its rush
Again I filled a cup with sadness
And I drank deep
I’ve discovered this twisted relationship between myself and the feeling of sadness. It has this intoxicating euphoria that feins honesty, but it comes from somewhere dark.
