i write of sad things,
lust, or mishappenings,
but there is life for me,
and it makes me happy.
i did not know you would say "i love you" back.
i did not know that God was still with me.
i did not know that my family forgave me.
i did not know i could be so happy.
poetry comes easily
from my sadness,
for it is my remedy
amongst the madness.
but i am actually stable,
for i can finally breathe.
i am allowed to live
my life without apologies.
you can unapologetically live happily; don't feel guilty.