I've never believed in forevers
For forevers have been but fairytales for me
And fairytales, unlike life, are flawless
I've never believed in happily ever afters
For happily ever afters are but fables for me
And fables, unlike life, are picture perfect
I still don't believe in forevers
I still don't believe in happily ever afters
But whatever it is
I want you in it over and over again
Trust isn't fragile
People are
For abstracts are not glass sheaths to be broken and shattered
The choice to rent the abstract to someone is all but a glass floor
Trust is too black and white an idea for grey matter
If happiness found a new address
Would you follow it out of your door
All the way into a new found familiarity
Because, happiness is deserved
OR
If happiness found a new address
Would you watch it leave you at the door
As you succumb to the habit of known walls
Because, family precedes familiarity
OR
Dwindling in the fear that they would call you selfish if you walked out
Would you rather stay, telling yourself you're in debt and all you should feel is grateful
Because, life lies beyond happiness
Is what you've been telling yourself as your eyes cry themselves to sleep every night
As your new found familiarity would lie alone on a bed that was meant for the two, staring at the blank ceiling for hours, and yet not sleep
Would you rather watch it all fade in the horizon, and seek consolation, telling yourself that happiness is a price you pay to afford loyalty to a habit you've grown because you'd once thought of it to be happiness
Constants and variables can't coexist
And yet, you've convinced them to cohabit in this poorly worded chapter of the novel you call life
