they told me to write about something that made me happy
and all I could think of was you
the crinkles by your eyes when you laughed which you always hated
the way your hair looked after a shower
and how you held me when I couldn't stop crying at 3 in the morning
you were all that made me happy
but now your gone
and no one is there to hold me when I cry
because of you
oh look I finally wrote again
this isn't about anyone
