it’s become easy to smile,
and to fake
e v e r y t h i n g;
the giggles are pre recorded,
the light in my eyes come from
a new bulb
in my sad, broken, brain.
I don’t believe in
for you took that with you
when you left
on the day where the sun shone brightest
we had ever seen
and the only thing you left with me
were the bruises on my neck
and the never ending moments of silence.
you were the one that used to tell me
to be happy…
not to let anyone take it away from me,
because it’s mine…
“what’s mine is yours”
a little bit too literally
all the while
I was still getting used to
leaving my shoes at the door
right next to yours,
mine two sizes smaller
which is how it was supposed to be
because with the way you left me
I might as well have been your Grinch.
but I never intended to steal the holidays
that we shared together as a family;
I only intended to steal your heart.
but I guess it was never really mine to steal…
you were allowed to steal my happiness—
for it was your happiness to begin with—
and you gave me the real smiles
and light in my eyes.
and, even if it wasn’t yours at first,
I still would have given it all to you,
wrapped in a bow,
because all I ever wanted,
was for you to be happy,
which is why I’ll let you think
I’m the Grinch.
as long as I’m still something to you,
and as long as you won’t forget me that easily,
I’ll be your Grinch.
oh, I’ll be the Grinch…