"what makes you happy?"
a simple question with millions of answers,
yet you were the only thing that came to my mind.
most people would have answered it simply,
family,
friends,
or maybe even money.
but that's not what i had in mind, the image of
you slowly became clearer.
your messy brown hair,
the birthmark under you amber colored eyes.
it's kind of toxic, don't you think.
that all my happiness is produced by you,
every single drop.
dangerous that without seeing you smile or laugh—
my happiness fades away.
without having you by my side or holding
my warm hand, desolation overwhelms me.
which is why,
i need to learn how to be happy with you.
-thiwa.
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