The Art of Sadness

Each tear plucked from the eye,
So full of self loathing,
How could something so ugly,
Be so hauntingly beautiful?

Stroking loneliness,
Caressing her like a lost lover,
Memorizing her curves,
As though you forgot them.

It was always there in your head,
Every fear casting you deeper,
Doubt, pushing life further away,
Until you knew nothing else.

Sadness for what was,
Guilt for what will never be,
All of it sinking to the bone,
Heart, bleeding out your eyes.

Any hope your spirit could muster,
Turned against yourself,
Used to hold you back,
As if optimism were some form of treason.