Destruction.

The art of a broken soul

Maybe I'm just afraid of letting myself feel happy. 

Maybe the destruction that you left in my heart, 

and all the memories you've left for me to dance with

make it even worse. 

I'm not sure if I want to be happy, 

or if I want to keep soaking in my sadness. 

To keep weeping in worries. 

Because what happens when my happiness, 

is swept away from me like it has before? 

Then what?

Back to my sadness I shall go.. 

So perhaps, I should just let my sorrow ruin me some more.