happiness is all I ever seeked,you used to be my drug in which I was addicted to,but like most drugs the more I became obsessed with you the worse you made my system,you were my poison,the one I let kill me,you were the only love I had ever known and now I can never get that love back,do you call what we had love?,was it lust in your eyes?,did you feel for me what I felt for you?,could you eat and sleep when you were around me?,yes?,no? because for me it was love,not a day went by that I don't think about you,you probably don't even think about me,but like I said you were my drug and the pain I feel is the long hard process of withdrawal,do I still love you?,the answer is no,but I will forever remember what we had and nothing else will ever suffice,no one will ever be enough for me,no one will make me feel the way you do,and if they do that's when I'll know,I've finally found the happiness in which I seek,not cause i'm with someone or cause I feel love for someone,but because feeling love is a sign that I feel and that I'm not completely numb,and that very thought makes me happy.
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Until she was happy
PoesiaHappiness is a privilege and i talk deep so this whole book is a possible trigger warning. Don't look at this as a way to find peace in your darkness, this doesn't offer that, look unto this as a way to hurt with someone else, and find peace in the...
