Sadness, my Only Love

I can’t cry anymore because I’ve cried so much already. You can’t break what is already broken. All kinds of different people. All kinds of f—ed up beauty.
Different faces. Different experiences.They blur around me, inside me. Part from me. Can’t seem to shake them.

 I’m so accustomed to sadness.
Feeling cheated.
Feeling used.
Misunderstood.
I look for it now in all the wrong places.
Can’t take back the words I said, darling.
The words. Just words.
And sorrows.
They unfold around me like blankets,
that I wrap myself in naked.
 
I can’t cry anymore
because I’ve cried so much already.
You can’t break
what is already broken.
All kinds of different people
All kinds of f---ed up beauty.
Different faces.
Different experiences.
They blur around me, inside me.
Part from me.
Can’t seem to shake them.
 
So I take my sadness to bed with me every night,
and we make love until morning.
While regret makes me breakfast,
I lie in my bed there waiting,
for the door that once
was opened
to close.
For just like when you leave, my darling.
I shiver,
and hold my wet pillow,
alone.