W.I.L.L?

I want this pain to stop

It unbearable, I feel to pop

No reason, no instance where one should feel this way

This stabbing, poignant hurt that always seems to stay

Whenever I realize she isn’t mine

 

The Joy I feel with her never seems forced

The happiness I long for

There is no denying

She is the source

Its more than just hair and her extraordinary laugh

It’s her ability to make me break out of my difficult zone

by her mere smile alone

 

the source nonetheless, of not just inner tranquility

but of inner misery

 

 

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