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.

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 stare at my reflection to see Who I have become. I am a sloppy mold Of past memories, Present struggles, And future worries.

How much of a fool I was To have loved wholeheartedly Without fearing the outcome Of no reciprocation.

I am thankful for the ones that have seen the most of me, and stayed. I am thankful for the ones Who left Before knowing all of me.

I will care for you In every possible way I can, But when your negativity Starts to seep into my well being That is when I have to Let go.

I do not desire a life Where I am constructed by normality. I crave a different life, Something unlike others.

You have to promise me That this is something We will work on. We will argue, we will fight, But we must make sure That it won’t be the end of us.

One of the only thoughts that can get me through a day Is that whatever happens is meant to happen, And for everything that leaves, There is always something better on the way.

I am overwhelmed by how much My thoughts toy with me. Surrounded by love and support, Yet believing That I am utterly alone.