by: nicole striepe

This is what we call unhappiness

it grins its evil smile at me, day in day out

rest and solitude does not help.

it's losing you what hurt, the most

your laugh, your smile, your "stay for awhile"

replaced with something else that you use to hide.

by you, i use to abide.

I find myself small, and far from good enough for you

it's the way you act, the way you dismiss, i use to love what you do

and everything changed on a fateful day, and i knew

you could see it in my eyes, you were my prize

i miss you.