• The joy is a pretty girl
    young and beautiful
    who laughs at your jokes
    and thinks the world of you;
    while in secret
    you wonder why in the world
    she thinks of you at all.

    The magic is dreaming of a silver haired woman
    with loving eyes
    that still long for you
    the same way they do now;
    eyes that spurn the everything
    because to her you are everything.

    The pain is cutting yourself shaving and hoping it never stops
    because she really was the world
    and now that she’s gone
    you can’t think of a
    single reason
    to stop the bleeding.

    The trick is learning that happiness isn’t a face
    it’s a joke
    it’s an afternoon
    it’s a kick in the nuts from a friend
    who is sick of your bitching.

    And the wonder of everything
    isn't that she loved you
    or how easily she stopped;
    it's simply
    that she happened at all.