happy poems

mp 7


i need to get better
at writing happy poems
like when my cheeks
meet the bottom of my eyelids

like when i laugh so hard
it’s embarrassing
and i lose control
of my limbs

like when i can finally lay down
without a thought in my head,
because my body is elated
for no reason

like when i’m around the people i love
and it shuts me the fuck up,
that’s the happiest i think
that i’ve been

like when i’m so happy
my body wants to self-destruct,
“we’ve made it,” the goosebumps cry

like when i’m so happy
my body wants to self-destruct,
my body just wants to die

like when i’m so happy
my body wants to self-destruct,
and the demons bring
me back to one

like when i’m so happy
my body wants to self-destruct,
’til the happiness comes undone

“happy poems”
©Steven Cuenca

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