I like how you know how to torture me. You'll let me go for a day without your smile so that I'll panic, frantically trying to remember anything I might've done, or said, I'll sleep with wavering tears and a quivering mouth. The next day, you'll be ignoring me.
I'll cry myself to sleep, desperate for everything to go back to the way it was, wonder how, wonder why, comfort myself, lecture myself, assure myself tomorrow is another day...
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It was. Then I am basked in joy, then...
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Kalopsia: Words Are Dangerous
PoetryWords are like lethal poison- it's either you swallow it, or you use it on others.
