It’s a funny thing, love
It comes and goes as it pleases
Taking whatever it wants
Time; warmth; memories
A greedy thief, taking away the pleasure, the happiness
Leaving behind the pain
Alas, it’s fascinating how the human body and mind can withhold so much grief,
and yet act as if all of the sorrow has been vanquished
A façade shown to everyone but oneself
Shines like the North Star on a clear, night sky
Then you look through the frost-bitten windows
And see an outlined figure, cornered up against a wall
Whispering to no one in particular;
Crying out loud because no one else is there
Not anymore
Manipulating their own mind into thinking they’re fine, because of the same reason
It’s almost laughable how one doesn’t talk about it to anyone else
Simply out of the fear that everyone judge - they will
It’s funny how we’d go by days and nights,
Laughing, clinking glasses
Never once admitting to ourselves that we’re all the same.
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