All that falls from my mouth
spills from my pen
are lonely, disappointed murmurs
and echoes of broken love

And when I try to coax laughter
from these broken lips
they crumble from exertion
and let loose a sigh instead

And when I try to frame moments
in these broken stars
they end up slipping from my mind
in an avalanche of broken promises

And when I feel it
once in a lifetime, just for a moment,
I’m high on the world, you and me
can’t waste time now pulling words
from this broken mind

“Write happy,” they said.

Well, here’s your happy.

I’ve spelled it out
on this page for you
in broken words.