By Jamari Jordan
These false positives continue to persist,
or at the very least become a recurring theme.
The story of my life has yet to be written,
yet I feel like I know the ending.
an unfulfilling climax
with no resolution.
Fixated on the temporary
while ignoring the permanent.
Used by those who serve no purpose
and needing people who don’t want me.
I don’t know what I know
and I don’t know what I would do.
If I had no control
over what I pursue.
Tricking myself into being happy,
only worked for so long.
Wearing that disingenuous smile,
only matches so many outfits.
These Illusions of Bliss,
they cloud my judgement
invade my mind
and put spells on my desires.
Yet, I let them.
I crave them.
I covet them.
After all, bliss is bliss.