"I Like You Just The Way You Are"

Happiness comes with heartache.
You take the happiness and shy away from the pain.

Happiness in a cup of frozen ice blended coffee.
Ordered through a drive through window.
With straws and change,
and the fastest window action you have ever seen from foreigners.

You get left with straws, nickles and dimes.
Somewhat shortchanged.

Your music taste has changed.
And so what if you think you can dance like she does?
You can't.

Happiness comes in knowing you can't do it all.
But, maybe you can still have it all.
That you can have a friend who catches your tears,
without them having to fall.

In popcorn and high fat foods eaten with pride.
Because you never felt so comfortable in your skins,
till you typed this right out.

You used to write your blog with the saddest music blaring from your computer.
Then it lost its sound and you couldn't find your voice.
Now you blare Timbaland from your I-Pod
and think thoughts of happiness.

Happiness in similarities and perfectly timed texts.
In sisterhood and the drive out of this neighbor hood.

And how now if you drive endlessly,
you can always change the station...
and listen to something a little less dramatic.

That's happiness.