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.