It was a love affair
with tragedy
a confused longing
for unrequitedness
A sadness for sadness
or the lack thereof
un-shed tears bottled up
with no place to go
A wish to be misunderstood
..a desire for darkness
a self-fulfilling loop
if ever there was one
So it was, no more
the sadness still visits
but cautiously so
..as to not wake anyone up
And all because..
I want the lines across my face
to tell stories, so many stories
But these stories don't mean anything
When you've got no one to tell them to..
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