She leaves me like a one night stand in the midst of the night, and returns whenever she deems fit.
I have begged and pleaded on my hands and knees, to a god I no longer speak to, for her to come back.
She is happiness and fuck; is she scarce.
I search for her in everything, it used to be in people and bars, and now it is in what I wear, and what home cooked meals sometimes taste like and what sex feels like.
I beg and plead with her to stay, but she never does.
She is fleeting, an apparition in a mad woman’s mind.
She leaves me like a one night stand, and slithers her way back into my soul like a regretful lover after an argument.
No matter how hard I beg and plead, she never stays.
Why, does she never stay?
She never stays because nothing that exists is permanent.
Like this piece very much.
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What you are trying to say. Go enjoy life with your wife. Who is suffering everytime I make my home. Who lost everything you can’t even talk to me after seeing and left me in hell with this medicine I can’t work that’s why learning stitching what I can do to feed my stomach… I lost yaeridm i thrown away and you say i left you…
That’s why I keep silent and silence never gives chance to say some more. I wish I never want you to read what i feel.