walking around with your head held high and your nose in the air
it is clear to me that at this point you just don't care
if you have the privilege of loving me
or the disadvantage of never holding me again.
you do not crave my touch like i crave yours
you don't miss the way my face lit up
not at all.
like a match
you blew me out
and threw me to the ground
like i am nothing.
i can't feel anything
i am unable to be what my name means:
happy.
genuine happiness is hard to find
and some of my happiness
came from you being mine.
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Conversations With Myself
PoesiaWhat is it that I think? Does it even matter? I leave a lot of things unsaid, unheard, and well.. Here's all the things I wish someone would've and could've heard me say.
