You asked me to tell you what happiness is and I said that you can't define it.
We burn with this wholesome glow.
All of our imperfections in a rising fire.
Closer still.
Nowhere near.
I am gone.
I have tried, but I've failed.
I'm not one to be strong.
We need change for the sakes of our brains.
I'd never ask you to stay unless I thought you were worth fighting for. I would starve for you.
For your chromosome housing mine.
Our bed smelled like milk, honey and sweat.
Let's set them on fire.
The hipsters, the liars, the nay-sayers, jobsworths and cynical ghouls. Closer still.
Nowhere near.
I am gone.
I have tried, but I've failed.
I'm not one to be strong.