I won’t know what unhappiness is. If my life is not fully shattered

i love your line
but i would have wanted
it stated this way: i should have not
know what happiness is
until i met you
and slept with you,
i won't have known
what unhappiness was
until you junked me
and finally
i would have not known
what bliss is,
until i forgot you
babe.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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