the mind of me

Clarity

You truly don't know what you have until you aren't holding it in the palm of your hands anymore

One day, something will mean the entire universe to you. You will live for it, breathe for it, die for it

It creeps up on you, the smiles you try to hide, the laughs you didn't know you could produce 

Somehow, in a world of confusion and hurt, something will finally make sense to you and ease your headaches

But then the worst happens. 

You lose what you had claimed — suddenly, you don't have a world anymore. You don't have a life, something to depend on

That thing you once had, will move on. It will find someone new to lean on, to grow with, to kiss goodnight

You will be left with no remains of ever being loved, besides the bitter pill you've swallowed and the memories that make your eyes sting

They steal your radiance while you become a dull, lifeless shell of someone you wanted so badly to be

"Why can't you bring yourself to love someone?"

My, I often wonder the same thing. Maybe it is because every good thing will come to an end, and once it ends, I don't want to end with it.