so painfully easy.
like a habit
a lock-your-car-with-the-keys-still-inside
kind of habit
that you do
over
And over
The Nothing is a curse
It makes even the most Courageous
the Boldest
insignificant
The Nothing takes
it steals Everything
Happiness
Laughter
Contentment
until you are only left with nothing
The Nothing
Suddenly all you can see is blue
Melancholy Blue
that puts salt in wounds
and shows you that a scar
can never heal
it’ll only fade
fade like memories of Everything
fade like the warmth
of a smile
Yet somehow,
The Nothing can be so easy
so painfully easy.