my happiness dripped away
like caramel on a crisp apple
on an apple during fall
falling WAS what it felt like
to me at least
falling out of once was once love
which was now hate
which surrounded my thoughts with hate
not hate on myself but the face that everyone
else around me was happy
or at least had a masquerade make on that hid the scars
they decided to hide
the thing about it is
at first,
the sweetness you feel
the pull
the pull of every word they say is something special
magical
feels like the want of hunger
the hurt of pain
and from the beginning you KNOW
how it all ends