I love sadness like I hate my poetry; as they both equate to only drawn out pain.

For my poetry is not like the art which I have grown accustomed to; nor is sadness similar to its depiction in media.
While writing can relinquish my heart into incoherent sentences, omitting me from pent up thought.
Yet, sadness fills me with pain,
allowing me to appreciate my emotional chain.
Teaching me how love and lust can create a chaos so spectacular,
while recognizing my poetry may not be very vernacular,

But that is okay,
because I don't really give a ****.