You’re going to forget me.
You’re going to forget the sound of my voice.
You’re going to forget what I look like,
The way my body fit into yours as we watched a movie.
You’re going to forget the interests I shared with you,
The stories I told you.
You’re going to forget that when I look at you I’m looking at my world.
You’re going to forget the sickening butterflies I told you you made me feel.
You’re going to forget the jolt we felt everytime we touched.
You’re going to forget how I hung onto your every word,
How I fell for every “I love you”
You’re going to forget my lips
And the way our lips moved together,
But I’m never going to forget you.
i dont like the word happiness. it’s fleeting, hebel and temporal. i will welcome happiness but will not seek it or desire to obtain such a thing, it’s transient insubstantiality. it can come but it will pass. i believe in joy, everlasting. i want the taste of eternity on my lips, the look of meaning in my eyes. i dont want the bitter sours from flighty instances of satisfaction. i will be happy in moments, but what i long for is joy.