I’m happy that you’re happy,
I’m happy that you’re with her,
I’m happy that we’re just friends,
I’m happy that we are nothing more but memories.
How many times could I say this until it becomes true?
Once, twice, or thrice, or more.
I’m happy that I am truthful,
Even when in reality I am not.
I’m only okay but not great,
I’m only fine and I don’t hate,
If your happiness comes in packages like her,
I will not show you the sadness that I bear.
I will not deny you of happily ever after,
Even when it means I will not have my own.
And if you smile because of her,
Then I shall smile because you are.