Euphoric

Staring at the stars
gives me a euphoric feeling,
the shining moon in the black sky
somehow sends me reeling.

Pinks and Purples of the blooming buds
give me a warm smile,
the breeze makes them sway,
suddenly feeling better than I have in a while.

Doodling in the margins
my notebook is getting full,
it makes me happy
to know that they are beautiful.

Beautiful,
something you'll never be,
caring is hard,
especially when you're trying to care about me.

Was I just your toy?
Something to get rid of the boredom?
What do I do,
without your so-called wisdom.

I want my euphoria back from you,
I want to have back what you stole.
Purpling bruises on my wrists
the clang of the tipped over bowls.

I can never go back,
to what I once was.
Maybe I can be more,
and now you'll never hurt me because-

You're gone.

I can do what I want now,
I'm free!
I can say and do things,
I will be more than you'll ever be!

My hand grips my pen,
what more do I write?
What's happening to me,
is this fight or flight?

What do I want to be?
Do I want to float on the ocean,
or walk through the sand?
Is this euphoric feeling causing all of this commotion?

A euphoric feeling
flowing through me,
at any given moment
I might think of what more it could be.

A euphoric feeling,
what could it be?
Will it make me more
than I want to be?