Wednesday, March 26, 2014

Happy Shit

It cuts
It fucking sucks
I deserve every little bit of discomfort
It brings me nothing but unhappiness
To imagine the happiness
That I ain't making
And it could easily make one feel forgotten
Except to remember that you are not
Memories are mine
I will maybe remember
Or maybe store all away
For never.
Or ever.
But I am sure that I am happy
To have had the little bit of eye to eye
Truth is all that is needed
People think they want specific things
They don't
They want and need and will endure with Truth
The rest is just bits of loud and passionate testimony
Ready to leak away with the cold slow rain.


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