humans.

i love,
and i lose.

i feel sorrow,
and i smile.

i take a grave expression,
and i feel grief.

i feel,
and i fantasize.

i have hopes,
and happiness.

this is what makes me real.
all the dreams and aspirations,
all the bad luck and despair,
molds me, a human being.

i live for no qualms,
i live for you and me,
i live for the pursuit of happiness,
i try to live.

im flawed beyond repair,
but then again, so are you.
im just another human being,
trying to live in this life.