e i g h t: contented
People were wrong about you
just like they were wrong about me
I didn't care
because, until that point,
you made me laugh
you made me forget
you made me feel...
happy?
You told me how you didn't like the word 'happy'
how life itself was a whole joke
'F life,' you said, or rather, shouted
when we sat on the edge of a cliff
and I laughed out loud
because though I never told you
I knew that if I were there alone
and I had never met you,
I would've jumped off
without a doubt.
I don't like the word happy.
I prefer to say, I was contented.
A feeling that you can't describe in 5 letters.
No letters would be enough.
I think the world is a joke, itself.
Some live it without a punchline,
flat, endless, boring lines.
Some milk the joke out
for all it's worth until there's nothing to laugh at
some live it best
and appreciate the joke for what it's meant to be
Me?
I found my punchline, you.
I realized, maybe just a little too late,
that the punchline could live up to it's name
and punch back.
