I felt a

       sadness 

then,
far sweeter than any

       happiness

that my dreams ever gave me.
In that moment, I was home inside my

       dysphoria.

I embraced it, because I don't need 

        joy,

or

       contentment.

Temporary emotions
don't compare with the pure

       delirium

of

       anguish

The only constant in my life is this

       sorrow.

Coming just before this

        love.

The two intermingle together;
A

        listless

tango,

      depression

always the lead.
Love is a

     meek,

     weak

plaything to this

      dolor...

Yet it's what made this

      pain

so permanent.