You loved sorrow

[winterstarlight]

There's always something deeply troubled
with the way you write and worded your things
books, poems, and poetry
As if there is never a relaxing moment
or a moment of lasting happiness
or a color of life, but rather the slow understanding of the absence of it
You understand that the fire of chaos can burn for a long time
and burns longer even after the ashes fell
you seem to revel in other people's pain
and yet your heart is burden by it,
wanting it all to make it less and end it
a small drop of compassion and kindness
washes away the fire and still yet,
You loved sorrow and become burden by it

"The pain just have begun. Everything I've ever loved became everything I have lost."

"And do you ever understand that it's pure agony and toture when you haunt and live inisde of my head and later, I realized it's never real?"