You come here, to the same place as I
I see you, greet you with a smile
You can't see me, looking at your friend
I swallowed my spit, getting rid of fake joy
Though- it's not fake joy
What is fake is my smile, already knowing you would not see nor recognise me
Yet I still try
But why?
I know it is not good for me.
I am sick of waiting.
I cannot think of myself anymore.
I am not capable of loving others.
Because your presence is the green for me, bringing me my only joy.
Because I cannot help but train my patience, waiting for yet another day to pass before I say goodbye.
Because you took over my every thought, making me seem, or even be, addicted.
Because I give all my love to you, my beautiful sunflower.
-ArtistForThemselves
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PoetryMultiple poems are held inside here. Those are the kind to be written from experiences, Knowledge, Dreams and goals. Yet also hold disturbing pictures, at least for some. A life is not always pretty. Mind yourself.
