Now, I Am Happy
The very first time I knew he liked me,
I was happy.
The day I looked in his eyes,
And he looked in mine,
I was happy.
The day he asked me out,
I was happy.
The day he cared of none and shout out loud,
That I was his and he was mine,
I was happy.
The day he silently touched my hair,
grabbed my waist,
pulled me close,
bowed down and my head raised,
And kissed,
I was happy.
Time passed, love grew.
I was still his but, now,
he wasn`t only my,
but of few.
He changed.
To me that was something new.
But I still thought,
I was happy.
Slowly something new wasn`t there anymore,
Silent rivers in my life, flooded,
And pushed me at the end of sea shore.
Then I realized,
I stopped being happy.
No one understood me back then.
I was all alone,
No one care.
I felt hopeless and insane.
But still,
I had to take steps,
Out of his life,
Because now,
This relation was toxic,
Felt like,
Every time I was stabbed back with knife.
Today when I recall memories,
I smile.
With no regrets,
Everything is fine.
We walking on different paths,
sometimes meeting, hanging out and snapping.
This is what I mean to be happy.
And now, I am happy.
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