I have found there is no more reason for me to write about sadness,
and unrequited love.
But old habits die hard,
and how on earth can I sell happiness to a world that devours heartache
like it's the newest strain of Cannabis, or the next best thing to cocaine?
I've been so cooped up and defensive of everything,
so negative, so.... blasé...
so fucking uninterested in your feelings and mine.
I've denied it all,
the signs you put out,
the way you looked at me,
the way you made me feel,
the existence of my heart,
and then BAM!
They come crashing down and all of a sudden...
the world's all stolen kisses,
and watery sunshine seeping through rain clouds,
It's bright purples and happy blues,
and vibrant pinks and iridescent oranges,
it's so much color and so much life... and...
How did I manage to miss it all?
How could I not see it all?
I never thought I'd ever be this happy,
never thought I'd ever deserve to feel this kind of elation,
this kind of constant giddiness.
You're every color of the spectrum that I have never seen before,
and every sunset that I have yet to see.
You're everything I need right now,
you're me, but different.
More loving, more secretive,
more... scared.
But I love it.
And I love you,
and I kind of hate you for it,
but I don't care.
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