Succulence

One day, I decided to
stop painting the image of
a world I expect,
beginning instead,
to paint over existing flaws,
learning how to keep their charm of
imperfect beauty,
learning also to morph their ways
to the best of my perspective.
There are days when grey skies
become grey moods,
but I decided to
look through such narrow blinds
and accept that grey is at least
better than black.

I laugh when they tell me love
is selfish
because my happiness is not for me
but conjured from seeing it
reflected in your eyes,
knowing it is because I am here,
around.