Goodbyes,
I thought it'd give relief, release.
Make it easier as we'd say it sooner.
I thought I'd done my calculations right,
I was never good at math though.
Have a little fun then leave.
Doesn't hurt a soul, right?
Besides, I can't be loved, and I locked my feelings away.
Who knew the sun would be blazing hot,
And melt all the ice away,
Take away the cold and the lone.
Bring, warmth, laughter.
'Twas eudaemonia in serendipity.
Who knew one could find spare keys somewhere so rare,
Unexpected.
I was never good at math, but I never knew I was this terrible.
Probability of happiness, I forgot to calculate.
Was forever since I was that happy.
And for a moment, I forgot.
Forgot, that it was temporary and I'd have to erase it.
Write it in pencil.
Goodbyes.
I didn't mind them ,
They meant nothing to me.
Hellos,
I hated them,
Who knew if the next person would hurt me like the last, or even worse, finish off killing me inside.
Who knew that in less than 365 days, I'd learn to love and be happy again.
Who knew that I'd learn to embrace hellos, slowly
Goodbyes.
I hate you now,
Hellos too.
I wrote these memories in pencil,
There's no eraser though.
Should have done it in ink, so I can drown the memories in my tears.
In my serendipity, was eudaemonia.
Here, is my melancholy in my eudaemonia.
