i have to write this.
this is torturous.
[insert word i am not allowed to say here]
this is all your fault.
joy...happiness...
something i do not feel now,
something i haven't felt in
twelve days since we let go.
takes a lot to get there,
joy...happiness...
takes leaving what once made me
joyous...
takes leaving what i once made
happy...
to get somewhere i can maybe,
just maybe be joyous and happy
then, now, and always.