Happiness That Comes With A Price Poem by Desiree Whitamore

The tears that fall from my eyes, the happiness that comes with a price, the promises that are meant to be broken. All these things that hurt me, all this hurt that you don’t see where can we go from here? Why are you letting go of every thing you were? While all that’s left is hurt. We were right, and they were wrong and I knew that all along. They pushed and pushed till you were free and didn’t try to rescue me. Don’t you know that they have won, like you said what’s done is done. My heart is empty, yours is filled it’s not me it’s my life you’ve killed. You walked away and that was that. So what do I do? When I can no longer turn my back.?