Late Night Poetry pt2

As said in my previous late night poetry post, sometimes I write some cool stuff at night. Today I decided to refine and edit, so that's just what I did.  With that, I present to you the somewhat cryptic Rubeola.

Rubeola

My mind was a void of empty space:

Ready for the fantasy of something that ended peacefully.

Ready for something that didn't involve tears.

Ready for happiness.

My mind previously left in shambles:

Yearned for something to counteract the insidious behavior of the previous inhabitant on my thoughts.

Yearned for a new thought to occupy my mind.

Yearned for happiness.

My mind was in need of self-healing:

Striving for a sense of security.

Striving for understanding of the complex emotions I felt.

Striving for happiness.

My mind was purely saddened by the thought of you:

Wishing for simplicity is the chaos you left within me.

Wishing for the anger to be assuaged.

Wishing for the happiness back, that you had so easily taken from me.

Have a good day,

Olivia 

Xoxo