When I Met Tragedy

When I met tragedy

She was beautiful

Like bleeding wrists

And dead daydreams

When I met tragedy

I fell in love

Her watery eyes

Her blue lips

But Soon,

She faded,

A sinking ship

A full moon

A rose's thorns in bloom

Gone was my apathy

...When I met tragedy...

If not for tragedy's sacrifice............

How would you know what happiness is?