Happiness is never just a word

I’d really like to tell you how I hated you

You were selfish, condescending, you were mean.

But you talkedbtoo much I couldn’t get a word in,

The situation was so hopeless I could scream.

You seem to have no insight it is crucial

To see yourself as other people mean

I didn’t even like you you were ugly.

You had a hairy mole right on your face.

I didn’t know I was so vile,so prejudiced

I shuddered when I entered your embrace

Now you’ve gone and I am relieved,pleased.

I should have been more direct more truthful.

Our relationship itself was a disease.

So I’ve thrown away your photographs and letters

I have thrown away your gifts and greeting cards

I keep the space around me and I’m happy.

Happiness is never just a word