Content. Just Content...

I think i've found it,
without the need or support of love.
I find my punching bag on the ground,
right under my nose.
I feel...content, i think that's it.
I wouldn't want anything better or worse.
Yes...
I loved it,
for I can finally have complete vent
and closure of my raging emotions and
deathly imaginative thoughts.
In truth I have a true smirk--
no, smile in complete content.
Finally can i believe
Love is not needed
Love is not wanted
at this point at least...
I'm giving myself as much time as needed or more,
because of you...
Thank You.