it comes in waves.
not shallow waves, either.
forceful, punishing waves.
ridding me in that very moment.
taking away all things good;
everything pleasant I've ever known.
I smile.
smile, because I don't know how.
how to let you know I'm suffocating.
waiting to wither away.
until I am nothing.
the smile doesn't last, though.
and you don't notice it.
but I do.
I notice it.
I notice that when I start to feel good,
feel something,
it never lasts.
it leaves just as quickly as it arrives.
happiness always leaves.
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poetic
Poetry(poetry): -literary work in which special intensity is given to the expression of feelings and ideas by the use of the distinctive style and rhythm; poems collectively or as a genre of literature. - a quality of beauty and intensity of emotion regar...
