I will never be happy again, overall, 

Because of you … and you know why.

But the sweet irony is that 

Even through your forced smile

Though you feign love with men incapable of it

Though you claim to have healed

And even if you get all the material possessions you want

Neither will you.

Because false lives don’t make hearts joyous

Shallow desires don’t fill holes 

Cloying attachments made for convenience are neither real nor fulfilling

And things can never replace real connections.

But the real reason you will never know true love or joy … as much as you insist you do

Is because you cannot have those ephemeral wonders while past lies are buried in your heart … 

And yours is full of them 

Waiting to climb from their graves to smother you.

Your actions only compound your sins … and your inevitable collapse.