![]() HappinessA Poem by TheTattooedPoet
So i know this ain't right.
I know this is crazy. Wrong. Unbalanced. Mad even. But i don't care. I shouldn't want you like this. I shouldn't need you. Yearn for you. Hunger. Crave even. But i don't care. I don't care because one look at your face Erases responsibility and obligation from my thoughts and replaces them with Happiness- In its purest form. Happiness. Before it's adulterated by the pointless sparring of hurtful remarks. Before it's dirtied by the bad vibes of a mistrusting mind. Contaminated by the hypocrisy that history can stone you with. Blessedness, euphoria, enchantment, elation, exuberance, happiness... They all mean the same thing yet they all come to mind when i see your smile. I'm filled with words expecting to be written. They beg me to be spoken. Inspire me to become poetic in this prosaic world we cycle through daily. You inspire creativity. The pleasure of your voice sends shivers through my essence but then- Amid all of my ecstasy, Something pains at me. A subtle sensation.. A twinge of realization. The perception of senselessness creeps into my thoughts like a slow moving cancer. Slowly killing my faith in all that it pleasant. My happiness dwindles away like adolescence as i start to awaken from this dream i have been walking around in for days. Despondency kicks in as i question the emotions that have been running rampant for what seems like eras but are more like hours And all i want to do is sleep. I can invite my cheerfulness back. My joy. My bliss. The happiness that i feel slowly slipping through my fingers. I don't want to awaken to a world full of self doubt and despair. I'm just going to sleep. For as long as i can. I'll see you in my dreams, my love. For there, I am truly, Happy... © 2010 TheTattooedPoetFeatured Review
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StatsAuthor![]() TheTattooedPoetJacksonville, FLAboutI write because my pen knows me better than i know myself... im a mother of two (12 yr old boy with ADHD and a 10yr old girl) so if you dont like kids, you probably wont like me... else you wanna.. more..Writing
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