Euphoria

by F.S. Yousaf

Fresh cut flowers are pleasant, but the happiness That comes from maintaining and cherishing An item with vulnerability Seems to last longer.

Mistune You told me That you had made peace With the consequences, All I had to do was Forgive myself For all the things I had not done, And to move on As if we never even happened.

Through abuse and hurt, I was taught to stay silent. My emotions were never to reach the surface, they were to remain in the depths of my being for letting them out would be unlawful. “Masculinity”

Soon We will take over our own little world. Filled with laughter, Excitement, Happiness, Never any sorrow, And everything we ever wished for.

The life I dream for with my love.

The act of an apology Does not hold the power to instantly heal, But it gives enough momentum To start moving forward. The art of forgiveness

I had not heard from you In quite a while, When you could hear me every day. Begging for some sort of aid When it was all I needed and craved. You have said that patience is key, But mine is running thin. How long must I wait Until I am allowed to become Displeased by the way you have handled me?

Waiting isn't the answer, the process of finding better and peace is.

The way I sit becomes uncomfortable, and my mind races relentlessly. I question my existence and my whole being, and wonder if I have truly gone mad.

There is nothing more delightful Than you, my love. Even though you do not think so, I hold you closer Than anything else That has entered my life.