every time i see you
i know i'm doing so much fucking better than you
and it makes me happy to know that
it makes so happy to think about how alone you are
how cut off from the rest of the world you feel
you deserve every bit of it
even if you deserve happiness, you deserve this more
it makes me smile every time i see you
because your unrelenting cursed emotionless expression
boy, you wear it good
fits you well for you how you treated my trust
YOU ARE READING
I'll Be Fine (pt. 2 of 2)
Poetrypoetry showing my stress. relieving, coping, really. continuing to add poems, sometimes daily. use this as place to talk about your own frustrations and dances with pain and strife
