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Danielle Halpern |
| Sadness is beautiful in a world of stone Blank faces everywhere and all you want is some truth Sadness is real, like hate, like any other dark emotion It’s the best you can hope for in this cynical world And I see it in his eyes and it reminds me why I let him inside me Why that cold night, when all I wanted was something real, I let him tear apart my insides, literally rip me open just to feel something And I’ve never found as much truth as I felt through his body that night It was a whole different place, wherever he took me Where it didn’t matter that we had dead mothers Where it didn’t matter that this was the day mine was born, and the day I was reborn Into the woman his hands shaped me into Into my body, into my arms, into my heart And now I yearn to get back to that place I cry tears of redemption, begging the universe for forgiveness for my need to return to the land that only exits when you’ve lifted out of your body and into someone else’s Physical pleasure that awakened so much more than my skin And I can’t escape the fact that now the sadness I see in the eyes of that boy is my happiness It’s my reality, my truth, my sweet slumber lost in warm, fleeting moments of purity Through his darkness he’s shown me the only light that matters…the one so deep inside me it took another human being to push it out The light of hope…of tomorrow…of him returning home to my body |
