Happiness left a mark.
He sliced through my thick skin,
And the scars still remain.
Happiness was forgotten.
He was set aside,
Dust suffocating his very existence.
Happiness was fragile.
I tightly grasped Happiness’ hands,
And I watched him unravel mine and slip away.
Happiness was strong.
I thought I could take advantage,
But he was the one with his hands around my neck.
Happiness was a friend.
I came to know him inside and out,
And I looked forward to his embrace.
Happiness was an enemy.
He taunted me in ways I was unaware
And watched me collapse.
Now, I am left without Happiness, and I crave him.
May 4, 2014
May 4, 2014 at 4:34 AM UTC
Happiness left a mark.
He sliced through my thick skin,
And the scars still remain.
Happiness was forgotten.
He was set aside,
Dust suffocating his very existence.
Happiness was fragile.
I tightly grasped Happiness’ hands,
And I watched him unravel mine and slip away.
Happiness was strong.
I thought I could take advantage,
But he was the one with his hands around my neck.
Happiness was a friend.
I came to know him inside and out,
And I looked forward to his embrace.
Happiness was an enemy.
He taunted me in ways I was unaware
And watched me collapse.
Now, I am left without Happiness, and I crave him.
