You Consume Me /Poetry

Sad eyes

I hate seeing the memories of how happy I was with you, bright eyed smiles, true happiness.

Nothing can ever make me as happy as you did.

I keep telling myself it's going to be okay, but I don't think it is.

I just lie to myself and everyone to make things seem better then they are. Why would I tell you how hurt I am ?

Happiness will never be placed in my hands and heart again the way you made it.

Its only been a few days and the pain is still like the day you told me you didn't love me.

It's like a knife in my back and nobody cares to remove it.