Don't Play With Fire, Unless You Can Handle Getting Burned

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This is it, plain and simple.
I hate that you become sad. I want you to smile, all the time.
I hate that you can be harbouring some secret pain that you think I am too weak and too stupid to help you overcome.
I want you to be happy. I always have, and I always will.
I fear the thoughts that I have about you, the ones where I think of the future and how things are changing and how, one day, I know that you’re going to leave me.
I have dreamed of you, more than once. Dreams of your smile and your laughter and your happiness. That is how you should be.
Not stressed. Not sad. Not bored.
It isn’t fair. It isn’t right.
You give so much of yourself every single day, and in return the Gods can’t help you to remain happy. They let you become a depressed, lonely, empty shell of the man I love. And it kills me, a little more, each time.
It wrenches my heart to know that you are unhappy.
It hurts me when you aren’t feeling as upbeat as you should.
You don’t speak to me much. You start a conversation with me and then barely even contribute. You taunt me, this way, and it hurts. It hurts me, because I’m not strong. Not like you are.
I want to learn how you became the strong, amazing, wonderful person that you are.
Stop harbouring your secrets, please.
Teach me.
Teach me how to be strong and how to be selfless and how to be happy.
Don’t say you can’t.
I know you can.
I know you.
And I have faith in you.
I believe in you.
You can get through anything.
You can be happy again.
And you will.
You will, if not for yourself, than please, be happy for me?
Smile, for me?

Posted by: hitokiriyuki at June 29, 2004 10:05 | link | comments (2)
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#1  30 June 2004 - 11:25

 

hey i'm #27,000 thats only a few times more hits than i'v gotten (like say 27 times more)

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#2  01 July 2004 - 14:13

 

who was this poem about?

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