Happiness is

What a night. Someone text me.

ah well

Hope you enjoy them

Let me tell you
it’s a curse
to keep
all of these thoughts inside my head
because
they seep
into my bones where I cannot
contain
their venom
and it eats away at all my flesh and blood
until
I sing
and spray out all these wicked words
and crush your love into a fine dust
I’ll slap your hand and watch it fly
I’ll slap your hand and watch you cry

Don’t you tell me that it’s nothing,
no I won’t accept that it’s a curse.
the day you cannot hear me sing
will be the day I ride the hearse down to where the water’s in the soil
and only worms can heed my prayers
and maybe then I’ll finally be alone
and maybe then you’ll finally care about my life and who i am
and who I really want to be;
I assure you they are two different things

you never believed in me.