Happiness

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There’s no place like home if not for your eyes,

Do I really love you?

Do most people love their lovers?

Yeah, I guess they do then,

It’s complicated, and you know how I love complicated things,

I love their structure,

Somewhat like the very atoms that make up my body,

Do you love me too then?

Well, I bet I’d sound crazy or … absolutely deranged if I say the words that sometime rush into my head,

Things often times do,

I know you love me,

There’s just…

A little complicated thing in the way,

And it’s only a baby,

We shouldn’t take it too seriously,

It’s only a baby, but it’ll grow if we don’t take care of it straight away,

And… you don’t have to worry; this complicated thing that somewhat has something to do with a baby,

It’ll fall through the cracks of the scheme of things,

I know it will,

Most things often do with me,

That’s just… how messed up I am,

You know,

I used to be so happy,

When I was little,

I had everyone on the ground, playing the games that I’ve always wanted to play,

I would be on the ground too,

The things we’d do,

Games and games and games,

We’d play and play and play,

I was happy,

But, only the kid happy that kids feel when they have all the things and everything they’d ever wanted

Now I’m a teenager,

Well… only for like 3 more years after my birthday,

But,

The happy that made me happy back then,

I don’t think it’s the same thing anymore,

I don’t know why,

But having everyone around me and playing those games again,

I don’t think that’ll make me happy anymore,

I think…

I’ve changed,

And so has happiness.