this is not a poem.
it's the truth.

the truth is not the key
to happiness.

happiness is not always in
reach for everyone

and everyone is not always in
reach for happiness

and happiness is not the
key to the truth

for this is not the truth.
it's a poem.

i didn't fall in love with you.
i slipped.

**and you didn't save me.

I close my eyes
as I climb my way
through a portal.

But not just any portal.
A magic portal.

I like to go alone
and keep it all to myself.

This is where I can be free
and hide from the monsters.

This is where I belong.
Why can't I stay here forever?

But when I'm ready to go back
I unplug my earbuds

and my beautiful magic portal

shuts down.