THE THING ABOUT SADNESS

That’s the thing about sadness
It always pays the rent
It’s never late or last minute
It shows up right on time
Demanding to be felt
It creates homes in your skin
Under your tongue
And the bitterness tastes like sweet honey
Pouring from your silenced lips
Sealed with anger
From all the times happiness fell short
Picked you up just to drop you again
A fiery madness burning into past pains and old aches