I Was Happy

A poem about finding the redemption in the only place it could be found.

 I was happy three times this year.
  
 The first time it was with you
 When you asked me to get married
 I was happy for three days in a row I was ecstatic
 Before I realized it´s just a plot to keep me
 And that nothing will ever change
  
 The second time I was happy
 When you whom I had long wished to come back
 You came back and you gave your all
 But too much time had passed
 I guess it just came too late
  
 For the third time I was happy
 When you showed up when least expected
 Because I always wanted to get close to you
 They say three times a charm
 There was that magic
 I was happy
  
 I still am happy though I am writing in past tense
 One day past tense is all we shall have
 You said we are headed towards death
 That a man's life is all about duty
 With happiness an occasional by-product
 Well I am doing my part here
 In putting this on paper
 Writing has been my duty all along
 I’m not going to deny it
 I was happy when I was writing
 I was happy when I was still writing
 So maybe you had a point
  
 I was happy when I was writing
 Even though life was rough
 The numbers in the love equation don't add up
 But people keep asking for the stories
 And that brings hope to my life because
 If you live to tell the tale
 Then anything that happens is alright
 There is no need to judge it
 Just type it
  
 So I was happy when you scorned me
 I was happy when you built me up
 I was happy
 Because I was writing
 I had a hell of a thing to write about 

Anima Noira

Metaphysical Authoress. Harlot. Priestess. Demonatrix. Photo Model and Dangerous Writer. Keeping the Dark Arts alive is what I do. Please, consider a donation of any amount.

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