Sadness is my friend, my foe.
Sometimes I can sit with it and let it be.
Other times it bubbles to the surface and boils over,
leaving a mess in its wake.
I let myself be consumed by it,
rather than fighting the urge to control it.
Photo taken by me at Green-Wood Cemetery in Brooklyn, NY.
It was too easy;
the lies rolled off your tongue
like flooded waters.
Something once peaceful
and refreshing
now a messy nuisance.
The water expands,
the salt corrodes,
everything is damaged in its wake.
Though I’ve been reckless and selfish,
our memories are engrained in my mind.
Your tender words have been inscribed on my heart;
Perhaps they were lies,
Perhaps it was the truth that you were too afraid to accept;
I hope it’s the latter, no matter how dangerous that may be.
Shot by me, NYC.
And so they fall faintly,
The tears from your weeping soul.
Pic taken by me at the Whitney Museum, NYC
