Poem!

The phases of the pursuit of happiness

I am stuck, Left all alone to mourn the death of the love that once strangled me with its warm embrace. It has left me just as quick as it has come to me, Yet my heart still aches I can no longer deny it. I have come to my senses, Which were there all along regardless of the fact they have been neglected and unthought-of. I wait for serenity to cleanse my pallet, Renew my senses, And relieve me from the taunting aroma of love that has infected me with its loving ways. I will no longer running from the truth; I will accept my loss and admit to my faults. I began to find myself once more as if I am reborn, I am no longer lost in the lie I have created to shield my heart from awareness of my faults, I am no longer locked into the pattern I have created for myself with the intensions of happiness. I am free, Only to find myself consumed in the same pattern once more never to learn my lesson, I am addicted without doubt, to the pursuit of happiness never to be satisfied by anything other then true love.