Happiness.

To be happy is drinkable water
Clean air to breathe
a microwave dinner
and a warm place to shit.
To me, happy was the necessity.
It was the essence.

So what am i expected to say
when suddenly there is love?
And suddenly, a hungry man
dinner and a toilet come 2nd.

To be happy now means a hand to hold.
Arms to embrace, eyes to observe.
A mind to pick at and flowers on the
first date.

You kiss me and the world melts slow.
The polar ice caps are gone so now green
peace has nothing to bitch about.
A kiss turns to caress and a caress to
a whisper of vile smut that the bible would
consider disgusting. And soon i am in love.
With every breathe, i love you more.

But then the love becomes insane and
now what made me happy is nothing
short of confusing and indecisive.

There's a feeling in my throat.
Or maybe it's my stomach,
i can never tell. It's foggy and
tight and i feel anxious. The more
i try to relax the sicker i feel and soon
we're fighting.

I swear and call you terrible names
you almost cry but hold back because
in a fight you must never appear weak.
I'll be damned if you love me after this.
It's hot and sweaty and a glass falls off
the kitchen table when u smack it with
your iron fist. I hate the way i make you feel
only when we fight though. I'm scared
and i let myself cry and everything is
chaos and then...

and then...then the...the lights go...g-g-g
go out. and you hold me. So close, i can barley
breathe. Your aftershave, or cologne or-or
whatever-it runs through me. I am so scared.
You know that. I still am though the fight is long
over. And we break up. But, you never let go.

Happiness is a warm place to shit.
Same goes for love.