eggnog.

A poem about happiness.

i think i am happy.
i am not sure,
it's been so long since i've been ha-
well, you know.
the h-word.
i don't like talking about it too much;
it only makes me 
happie-
h-word-er.
if i don't think about it too much,
it doesn't really hurt
when its stolen
taken
or
shoved down my throat.
too much?
but for once
i am not here to talk
about the stealing
taking
or shoving.
i'm here to talk about the feeling.
because a little risk
never hurt anyone.
where do i begin?
here's an example.
diet coke.
i like it alright,
sure. 
but i'm more of a fan of root beer
dr. pepper
or 
mr.pibb.
real sugar
carbs
and
calories.
but today
i opened the silver can, 
and couldn't imagine anything
tasting better.
the bubbles, fizz, sweet taste.
i loved it.
it's so scary,
i think i love everything.
i love you, even.
i love country music, even.
i love rachel ray, even.
i love my little sister, even!
i love school, work, tests!
i love when it rains on my flat ironed hair!
i love eggnog!
okay,
i don't love eggnog.
but i swear i can tolerate it better.
oh god,
i must be really frickin' happy.
music sounds like sex
for my ears.
colors look like sunsets
in my eyes.
this isn't normal.
and i wouldn't have it any other way.
i'm not afraid of h-
h-
h-
happiness anmore.
life's too short 
not to feel this way.
sure, 
i might get hurt.
but i don't care anymore.
i'm an addict
to this feeling.
i'm flying high 
as a kite
and 
it's 
okay.
hm.
i think i'll go get some eggnog.
***
dare 
to
feel.