Every Monday morning, I pray you have a good week
Every evening, I pray you fall in to a sound sleep
Every Friday, I pray your weekend will be safe
Every Sunday, I pray you are in a peaceful place
And sometimes, when I’m feeling selfish, I pray you will be mine again
An atheist caught in a cycle of prayer.
A wise friend once told me, patience is a virtue.
You were right.
So I’ll wait for you.
Seconds, minutes, hours. Days, months, weeks and years.
Don’t worry, my love, I am not actively awaiting your return.
You would not want that, and I am tired of being sad.
Just know, I’ll always be yours.
I am sprung on you, my love, and I do need you back.
Just not today.
And probably not tomorrow.
But I’ll be waiting, sweetness.
Happiness just seems so fake to me.
Happiness is Yeezy’s bought at a flea market.
Happiness is a counterfeit Benjamin.
Happiness is faux fur trenchs.
Happiness is a Louis Vuitton bag bought off a street cart in NYC.
Happiness simply is some designer shit were all trying to cop but can’t so we just front some knock off bullshit.
HAPPINESS IS FAKE!