I can't control this anymore
The sadness is finally gone
But the after taste is still on my tongue
Will it return
And if it does will you
I can see my happiness in my hands
But is that what I even want
It's what everyone wants right?
So whats wrong with me?

It's hard to notice
When one part leaves another
The mind is tricky

I'm sitting in the corner
of a cold, empty house.
My eyes glazed over,
I haven't slept.
Memories of Thanksgiving
flash upon the spoon
flipped over before me;
the plaid shirt
I was wearing,
the crummy salad I ate.
I see the look
in your eyes,
you were holding
back tears.
I couldn't contain mine.
Suddenly, flashbacks
of white powder
caked like snow upon
the jail cell bars.
I'm sitting in the corner
of a cold, empty house.
My eyes glazed over,
I haven't slept.

Write the good,
as well as the bad,
on the same page.
Both are equally
important
to the story.