how often
we unconsciously
take **** for granted
so happy at times
times so easily forgotten
until those times are long gone
with no hope of returning
then we remember
then we dwell
kicking ourselves
for not holding on to those times
as long as we could
listening to our saddest songs
knowing it’s unhealthy
trying to fall asleep
to escape the thoughts
that only late nights bring about
we tell ourselves
how dreadfully lonely we are
as we lie in bed
unable to sleep
then one day
the suffering is relieved
and we go back to taking
**** for granted
once again