They never tell you that
what feels like happiness
when you’re young and foolish
is a pale imitation of the kind
you find later,
when you’ve grown into yourself,
when you’ve sloughed off cool
and cozied up with vulnerable,
when you’ve accepted that your life
will never look like TV
and that this, surprisingly,
is not just ok, but good,
when you’ve finally wrapped your arms
around the you that is
and waved goodbye
to the you you’d expected
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