Again.
God damn it, again.
Here we are.
Over and over.
Every time I close my eyes..
I remember.
I remember every time you made me smile.
Then I remember the moments following.
It all is for you.
I'm nothing more than a body.
I'm nothing more than your pleasure.
You made me smile.
While smiling, I'd remember that I shouldn't.
I had no right to smile, and so, I would stop.
You didn't notice.
You never have.
I would remember that I wasn't really happy,
I had no idea what happiness is.
To this day I don't.
I've been hoping it was you.
I haven't given up.
I'm still hoping you are happiness.
I'm still hoping I'm more than an object.
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Everyday Thoughts. Collection of writings and poems.
RandomThis is a compilation of stories too short to be their own, and free verse poems. I write each part while inspired by my current emotion, or something that may have recently happened. So know that all of these come from my heart, or my over active i...
