sometimes and not very often.

sometimes and not very often, a tear seeps from under your lashes and you wish you were someone's favorite.

sometimes and not very often, you wonder why you have to feel everything. even the things no one else even notices.

sometimes and not very often, you wonder how and why people feel like they're Voldemort all the while.

sometimes and not very often, i forget. and when i do remember, it has all passed.


and, sometimes and not very often, you wonder why people can't even give you what you have given to them.