Sadness Is Just Another One Night Stand

My sadness

Oh, it is a vicious lover 

It lays me down 

Every night

Stripping away 

Every piece of my soul

Until my bones are left

Exposed on 

This 

Broken bed made

Of cockroaches

It caresses me

Pressing into my skin

Breathing down my neck

Until I let it in

I didn't know 

It was a sadist

Loving to bruise my body

As it molds me

Into what it wants me to be

I didn't know 

That it wasn't my lips

It wanted to kiss

It wanted to own all of the

Places that hide

From the light

It wanted to spread like a disease

In all of the places

Only I can see

Desecrated 

Sacred places 

That are easy to hide

Underneath

Long sleeves

It promised me a bouquet

And a tag

To go with it 

But instead of reading 

Anonymous

Admirer

It would say

Beloved

Daughter and

Friend 

They'll be beautiful

It says

Just sign across your 

Wrist 
Where the red x
Meets your arteries 

And you'll have

All of the roses

You could ever

Dream of 

Never 

Seeing 

But it is on nights 

Like these

When it goes to sleep

Wrapping itself 

Like a blanket that's

Too heavy

Around me 

I realize

This melancholy

Doesn't desire to stay

By my side for

Life

To love, to have children, 

To grow old

To die

It's here for the sex

And it will be gone

By the morning light 

Author's Note

It's meant to be dark, yet, hopeful. It's like this: depression, this sadness, is like a casual hook up. Consensual, barely. It's a one night stand and the bitterness of a cigarette in your mouth afterwards to cover up the taste. You fall asleep with it. But it's gone by the morning. It doesn't mean that you only feel sadness at night, and that the morning sun kills the pain. It means that the light always overcomes the darkness.