Thursday, March 3, 2011


To the happy thoughts,
All those things that elate
You’ve no idea the incongruity
You bring to me,

At what expense is the pleasure I should take
Do the positive gains negate
Each and every hateful word I ever said
Being happy is difficult for me,

Instead of taking the moment for what it is,
I roll scenarios through my mind
And compare them to how this moment could have been
And even the ones that seem perfect
I find the flaws in each of these,

Yet when I saw her, that very first time,
I realized perfection truly does exist,

To think she has my blood,
That she is a product, a creation,
From the girl I still see when we were little, when we were kids
Thoughts like this, provide the urge,
The motivation to persist

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