How do you do it? with one gesture you collapse my world. This make-believe raft of ignorant bliss. Every time, I find this gift, this golden crack of happiness, it crumbles in on itself. The days go by and the happiness builds, creating a mountain, so easily split. One word, one glance, one notion and its gone. Sunken in by the weight of these years of self-loathing and doubt. It takes one person to tear down this village, their mouthful of diamonds cover their secrets. Yet, who could blame them? How can I ever expect to be loved, if I hate my self? There's nothing I can see sometimes. Not one thing that's redeemable. Honestly, if I were them, I'd hate me too. So i cant blame them for that hurt or pain, but it seems unbearable all the same. It comes in when i least expect and falls away as the earth becomes whole again.
