when you’re happy:
cling to that feeling
remember that night and the way the streets look
neon signs become liquid light on rainy streets
air filled with carcinogens and red cheeks and hope
paint a picture, write a poem, write a book with your lips on hers
just try not to forget what happiness feels like;
hold on to it, keep it close
like a five year old with her favorite pink stuffed rabbit
kept near to the heart in battles with skinned knees and tears shed
it is so much easier to remember pain than it is to remember happiness,
that’s why we dwell on it so much
it’s familiar, it’s what we know
pain leaves bruised skin
nightmares at 3 AM and a sore feeling in the chest
happiness is light,
weightless, lungs that only ever want to keep working
it’s the most beautiful thing, but it also makes it so much easier to forget
do not forget the happy moments.
do not forget how her smile sent electricity through your veins.
do not forget that, someday, you’ll smile again.