You probably know what you're doing.
But that might just be something
your innocent smile
would never be willing to admit.
You make me happy.
I don't know how much of a good thing that
that is.
Not having you
hurts.
But not as much as the way
your smile gets my hopes up
just to make them go crashing
back down.
That deathly cycle
and the way it returns.
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»scatter-minded«
Poetrywe laugh, we cry. we love, we hate. we live, we breathe, we feel. life is said to be a roller-coaster ride, a puzzle, a journey, a story. and sometimes all that's needed is a little pause, to take a breath and contemplate all of its little matters...
