not my poem

but i wish i couldve written my words this way.

my friend made this even before i told her how i was feeling today. sad. i wish i couldve written my words this way.

Nostalgia By Fats

If you ask me what happiness is,
I would say —
Happiness is when
you plant butterfly kisses
on my tummy.

If you ask me what beauty is,
I would say —
Beauty is when
I turn pink
when you stare at me.

If you ask me what love is,
I would say —
Love is when
I run out of reasons
why I hate you.

But if you ask me what longing is,
I would not say anything. Instead —
I would wrap you in my arms,
close my eyes, and pray
that you’re still there when I open them.

(Which, in this case, you’re not.)