My days are getting shorter, it seems.
No longer filled with
Anxiety
About any certain someone.
I suppose that's what happens
When you go numb:
You stop worrying.
To me, this is a sign.
No, rephrase: A BILLBOARD.
Alone is good.

Can anyone relate?
Of course you can.
You've been there, too.
Hanging on the words of that one person,
Just dying to see them again,
Waiting with such intensity
For your phone to ring,
And for it to be their voice on the other end....

Then setting yourself up for failure,
Because that much intensity
Will die quickly.
The brightest goes out faster than the rest,
The good die young,
And all the other cliche bullshit your hear....
It's true.
That's why people wrote it.

So, here's to a mellow ride,
One that spells contentment,
One that knows that
Happiness lies in
Those little things in life
That never let you down.
The hot cup of coffee in the morning,
The kids giggling in the background,
The full moon that always seems to appear
When you need it the most....
That purple sunset
That makes you stop breathing for just a second,
Because you can't believe that this beautiful day
Has been given to you
To have and hold forever in your mind.

The little things.
It's funny how they always mean so much,
Whether it be the good ones...
Or the bad.
The little things that make you happy,
And those that break your heart.

I guess that life
Is just a bunch of little things,
All rolled up into a few short years,
Years that dare not be wasted
On waiting around for something
That doesn't exist.

I have lost faith in the phenomenon:
Love.
The, "love," that I've known
Was always impure,
Except for that love
From my children.
That is the only form of
Pure, true, and
Meaningful love.

All other love is tainted,
And always ends in tears.

Take a lesson from this broken poet:
Enjoy what you have,
Quit asking for more.
You'll never receive it.
Why?
Because no one will ever give it.

And with this said,
I announce:
I have had an epiphany.
Even the, "man of my dreams,"
Was not able to give what I need.
So, what now?
Numb.
And, with the numb,
A sense of freedom from the chains of hope,
Need, longing,
And that stupid hopeless romantic
That seems to be genetically
Implanted in all girls at conception.

"Hope will always beat me down...
Love simply doesn't want me.
Happiness will wear a frown,
And loneliness still haunts me." - Me.

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