beautiful

Your eyes were downcast,
Your face painted with a sadness
I had not seen before,
But I still thought you were beautiful.

You shook your head.
You said it's just who I am
To find beauty in sadness.
And maybe it's true

That I love the books
With tragic endings,
That I find it captivating
The way a tear rolls down your cheek.

I don't know,
Maybe I love the things that hurt
Because I've seen the way
That love itself can hurt,

Or maybe I'm just crazy.
But either way,
You are a thing that hurts,
And I love you.

There is sadness inside your bones,
But each part that has built you
Has made you what you are,
And what you are is beautiful.