Something we're always in need of.
Something we want and are constantly searching for.
You can't buy it.
Or rely on someone else to give it to you.
It is only you, that can bring yourself the happiness you deserve
Create it.
Be it.
Do it.
Be your own happiness and then bask in it honey.

what was it about your touch that made me forget every dark and protruding insecurity that paid rent in my heart

was it the way I finally understood what home meant when you grabbed me by the shoulders and told me that I am a song worth being sung from rooftops

Was it the way I romanticized the idea of us, two dismantled antiques on a dusty floor, neglected and unappreciated, falling in love with each other  

maybe.

I'm not sure if you're 'the one' but I am undoubtedly sure of the way I wish I could replay moments we've shared over and over and over again and maybe some how download the first time you ever uttered 'I love you' onto my retinas

I am sure of my devotion to you and how it is synonymous with how the moon will never give up on the sun, how the bees will never give up on daisies and how we will never give up on each other

I am broken
and I am mangled
and I am terribly sorry

but I am also blossoming with love and the burning urge to finally define 'forever' with you, if you'd let me.

this world is cruel
and relentless and doesn't
care whether you're emotionally
Stable or not

Humans grow into bitterness
And regret like there's is a
Predisposed mould of nostalgia
Waiting for us all at 65

I don't want that.

I want you to resent growing up and I want you to resent becoming mature.

there are only beasts in the form of emotions that wait for you there,

emotions so tampered and recycled

that they have convinced
the world that god
doesn't exist
and that
hearts made of concrete are
better than hearts
made of unforgiving love

they only want to lie to you
because they don't want you to feel