I'm addicted to sad.

There is this little beauty behind getting your heart broken.

It need not be love,
although it mostly is.

It can be,
a simple word,
a simple truth.

which grows into a phrase,

into a sentence,

into a paragraph,

and into a whole composition

all in your mind,

from that simple word.

and your heart,
can no longer support that truth,
that big composition,
and it cracks,

breaks.

it hurts.

of course it does,
the first time, anyway.

and then you heal.


and when your heart breaks again,

you take it all in.
the pain, the sorrow.
you let it seep through your body

then,
you realize,
that it is that much simpler
to let pain and sorrow rule.

and you let it be.

accept the pain,
accept the hurt.

accept that there is no longer anyone who cares.

and suddenly,
it doesn't hurt anymore.

because you have finally found bliss.

bliss,
the beauty behind the pain.

i may no long matter,

but i still wish you'll come back.