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e Aug 2013
happiness is different for everyone

when two lovers glittering irises have a rendezvous
after being a part for too long

when fingertips paint masterpieces on hypersensitive,
empty rib cages that forgot what it was like
for touch to make love with skin

when the sweltering, sultry coffee cools and
you feel more alive when you greet the bottom
of the porcelain mug with your satisfaction

when favorite seasons embrace the earth
{snow sleeps on eyelashes}
{the rain wakes us, reminds us to dance underneath it and laugh}
{sunshine warms us and summons freckles to decorate our shells}
{autumn addresses us to appreciate beauty and cycles}

lighting scented candles that your resting loved one always adored

when small children receive the attention from too busy parents
that are missing essential moments in their lives

purchasing things you don't need just to forget that you aren't
getting what you need that can't be bought

when the struggling find the remedy and relief
that they gave up hoping for and deciding:
"maybe i'll live a  little longer"
"love a little harder"
"hold on a little tighter"

maybe the toxicity at the end of a *****, ***, or whiskey bottle
where slurred answers are foggy and misleading

or perhaps quickly swallowing drugs without anyone seeing
so you can escape the demons that fight in your head
and prevent you sleeping when dusk surrounds you by
hiding beneath your bed

when the soldier saves their friend from the grasps
of death and prays to a god that they don't believe in

maybe happiness is the alleviation of hardship
or the state of mind that varies
whatever it is, cherish it and remember:

happiness is different for everyone
e Aug 2013
heartache and misery is short-lived yet
we breathe life into its very core by
regularly pitching our mangled hearts
to the undeserving boys and girls
that will murmur their "i love yous"
under milky, moonlit nights

they'll demonstrate their love
with intoxicating kisses against your
jawline, quickly leading to hands getting
lost into you hair and you will slowly
let their hooks dig right into your heart
as you surrender to them with wide eyes

that boy or girl will abandon you after
you have repeated your story, showed them all your scars,
they have taken advantage of you to the point
that the love  in your veins has run dry;
you've forgotten how to love anything, anyone, yourself and
your heart is screaming for you to save it as it bleeds out

but you don't know how to save yourself
you thought this wouldn't happen again, but you keep seeking
the boys and girls that are putting hooks into your heart,
who so willingly treat you like a catch they didn't want
so they'll throw you back to the cruel, cold sea
while the unforgiving moon who watched it all from the start
will see you collect the fragments, lock your heart,
and throw away the key

one day, you'll see
a boy or girl of worth will view you as "home";
once they find the buried, forgotten key,
they'll love you for more than the way your lips
can so sensually make love with theirs;
they'll want to see every thought and listen
to every beat of your caged heart and set it free

— The End —