Our Happiness
Our Happiness
I hope you're happy like we were back in November,
early mornings and smells of lilac.
I'm glad we got rid of those god awful uniforms,
A reminder of failed sentiments and misery.
Should we be dramatic this time
And call this a tragedy?
This affair between a damaged soul and a glorified one.
Evil and bitter and I can't say I've changed,
Counted each step I took yet remained foreign to the cost of your warmth.
As I spent mine trying to help another man find his.
Coward and a liar and I can't say I'll try
Cause I didn't think these chains of regret would tie my hands behind my back
And watch me beg for whispers of guilt and torment instead.
I hope you're happy like we were back when we held each other's hand hoping for a spark to be ignited
Our souls are meant to be intertwined like you said.
I hope you're singing our favorite song without resenting the memories we made.
I hope you're writing poems of hopeless romance and victory without resenting the love we had.
I hope you're happy like you deserve to be without me.