You are a ******
For happiness
You don't believe me
Do you?
You think, nah,
I'm clean.
Sober, even.
Well, you're wrong.
When you were young,
You got a taste of it.
Happiness.
And it was pure.
It was innocent.
And it was the best
You've ever ******* felt
In your whole entire life.
It came in many forms.
Sledding with your older brother,
In the mountains of magic
Glittering snow
That you would only grow
To hate
Over the years
The back breaking, black ice
********
You had to salt and shovel
Weeks on end
Enough to wage a war
With nature
But then, back then,
You were happy with snow.
Maybe even
In love with it.
You got a taste.
Your favorite ice cream bar
Every lick.
Insatiable. Delicious.
The perfect ending
To a gorgeous summer afternoon.
Of course,
As the months peeled away
You'd learn that
Ice cream makes you fat
And sugar is a disease
Before you know any better
You're counting calories
And carbs
And pounds
And inches
And everything becomes
A ******* number
Suddenly you focus so much
On your body
That you lose your soul
But then, back then,
It simply didn't matter.
You were only a kid.
With a sweet tooth.
You got a taste.
Your mother's arms
Warm, welcoming
You could tell her any secret
And she would fight off
Every demon
Chase the closet monsters away
And craft a dream catcher
For all those nightmares
Then the days crack apart
Your calendar flips over the decades
And the woman with the title
Mother
Is nothing more than a stranger
You can't even remember her age
Anymore
Torn apart by trivial fights
Over mall money
And curfews
Mother?
What mother?
You have no mother,
Only a **** with shared DNA.
But then, back then,
It was blissful
Her kisses were the only medicine
You needed
You got a taste.
And now,
You spend your whole life
Searching for the
Glitter in the snow
And the heaven
In the ice cream
And the warmth
In your mother's arms
But
Everything is dull now
But
It's all bad for you
But
Her arms are six feet under
Happiness.
You are a ******
You are addicted
And you will never get your fix
Because all you ever got
Was a taste
Just enough to keep you searching
But never satisfied.
* You got a taste.*
Feb 10, 2013
Feb 10, 2013 at 8:15 PM UTC
You are a ******
For happiness
You don't believe me
Do you?
You think, nah,
I'm clean.
Sober, even.
Well, you're wrong.
When you were young,
You got a taste of it.
Happiness.
And it was pure.
It was innocent.
And it was the best
You've ever ******* felt
In your whole entire life.
It came in many forms.
Sledding with your older brother,
In the mountains of magic
Glittering snow
That you would only grow
To hate
Over the years
The back breaking, black ice
********
You had to salt and shovel
Weeks on end
Enough to wage a war
With nature
But then, back then,
You were happy with snow.
Maybe even
In love with it.
You got a taste.
Your favorite ice cream bar
Every lick.
Insatiable. Delicious.
The perfect ending
To a gorgeous summer afternoon.
Of course,
As the months peeled away
You'd learn that
Ice cream makes you fat
And sugar is a disease
Before you know any better
You're counting calories
And carbs
And pounds
And inches
And everything becomes
A ******* number
Suddenly you focus so much
On your body
That you lose your soul
But then, back then,
It simply didn't matter.
You were only a kid.
With a sweet tooth.
You got a taste.
Your mother's arms
Warm, welcoming
You could tell her any secret
And she would fight off
Every demon
Chase the closet monsters away
And craft a dream catcher
For all those nightmares
Then the days crack apart
Your calendar flips over the decades
And the woman with the title
Mother
Is nothing more than a stranger
You can't even remember her age
Anymore
Torn apart by trivial fights
Over mall money
And curfews
Mother?
What mother?
You have no mother,
Only a **** with shared DNA.
But then, back then,
It was blissful
Her kisses were the only medicine
You needed
You got a taste.
And now,
You spend your whole life
Searching for the
Glitter in the snow
And the heaven
In the ice cream
And the warmth
In your mother's arms
But
Everything is dull now
But
It's all bad for you
But
Her arms are six feet under
Happiness.
You are a ******
You are addicted
And you will never get your fix
Because all you ever got
Was a taste
Just enough to keep you searching
But never satisfied.
* You got a taste.*
