Happiness is a warm gun

Happiness

Happiness is a warm gun,

They said,

But I found myself beneath,

the sheets,

Of your warm skin,

I had crawled my way through life,

Until I hit the wall of your eyes,

Standing there ushering me inside.

Silver hair,

I couldn’t dare --confess,

What I already knew,

This familiar feeling,

An already knowing,

Existence we’ve been here before.

I felt summoned into safety,

A boat lost at sea,

Allowed to finally see,

As the lighthouse ushered me in,

I sank into an ocean I prayed

I would someday dive into,

but you drowned me,

buried me beneath the sands,

suffocated my lungs

with your hands,