heartbreak
They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
How Do You Feel Happiness?. Top Story - February 2025. Content Warning.
Good Doctor? How do you feel happiness? Like a fishhook in the cheek, The tell tale BANG of gasses rapidly exiting a barrel, a trick of the hand before the sting. Like the first inhale of a joint— sharp, electric, a little bit holy, until the burn kicks in. How do you feel happiness? Like a goddamn joke, the punchline always landing too late, the laugh track rolling before I catch the setup. Like a house built on sand, like a sugar-spun web, like the taste of something sweet just before your teeth crack. How do you feel happiness? I used to fake it— Jesus Christ, I was good. Could tap dance bare—footed on broken glass with a smile, could wear it like a well-cut dress, tits juicy in a push up bra. I could make you believe I bled glitter and shit confetti. How do you feel happiness? I don’t, not right away. Not until it’s a fossil, a relic white poop from some mutt in the 90s. not until it’s run it's course in half-lifes. The isotopes seem to say: yes, I was happy there, yes, it was real, yes, it didn’t bite me back. How do you feel happiness? I double down on nature, on dirt-under-the-nails ,honesty on things that don’t lie. Red skies, storm warnings, a bird that shits on your windshield— no fucking illusions, no bait-and-switch. How do you feel happiness? Maybe I don’t. Maybe it’s all a carnival trick, a baited trap. But maybe—just maybe— it’s not a house of candy, not a witch’s laugh, not a trick at all. Maybe it’s just a fleeting thing that doesn’t need to last to count. Maybe I don’t have to believe in it, to let it in. XoXo some woman, somewhere, probably.
By L.K. Rolan2 years ago in Poets
