Thursday, January 9, 2014

Allergic To Happy

I was fine by myself.
I might have lived a little spare, here and there,
but I could stretch a caress
across a good forty miles of midnight,
and I was fine.
Just fine.

But now, there's you,
and we're a pair,
and everywhere I turn
I see some looming, scarlet clusterfuck.
A behind the beat word?
A skyward look?
I'm scared half to death and dumbstruck.

Just my luck;
I'm allergic to happy.

For the Sunday Whirl

11 comments:

Sylvia K said...

Ah, another good one! I don't like to think that I recognized myself, but I'm afraid I did! Hod did you know???

Kerry O'Connor said...

I was fine by myself too... just didn't know it.

:)

Sioux said...

"...but I could stretch a caress
across a good forty miles of midnight"

This is exquisite. Exquisite.

grapeling said...

ha! what is this "happy" of which you speak?

hedgewitch said...

Reminds of a personal circumstance, oddly enough. ;_)Not much in the way of love that isn't a clusterfuck, imo.

Susan said...

Happy opens doors wider than wiser at least when we're yyoung and won't learn from anyone else's exprience but our own. I also was allergic to a certain kind of happy, which I've come to see as living together. But if that could be regulated maybe the allergy woudn't develop?

Fireblossom said...

Is it luck?

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Aurora Hylton said...

It took me several years into my relationship with my second husband to realize that it was safe for me to be happy with him. I was so used to getting hurt that I really didn't know anything else.

Lorraine said...

I'm happier alone so no clusterfuck for me :)