It came from your lips,
I make the day better;
One drop of my sun,
Lights up a cloudy sky;
So you took all the light,
And tried to make it yours;
Even though you know,
You can't handle the fire,
Can't touch the core;
I was an antidepressant,
Kill the pain,
The beam of yellow in a cloudy day;
Hearing your laugh,
Through the phone was enough;
At least I can give you something,
I can't give myself;
We were both intoxicated,
You by the quick fix,
Me by your word tricks;
But with each dose of my medicine,
The effects wore off;
You grew a tolerance,
Instead of a dependence;
While I tried to find where it all changed;
I was still the same old,
But you've grown tired of the stories I told;
And it reminded me of something I said to you,
Back when your symptoms were still clear;
“Antidepressants are not forever,
You only take them when you need to,
Drop them when you don't;”
What's the purpose of taking something,
When you have no use for it?
I was the same,
Not only in your eyes,
But in others as well;
I'm something I need,
I provide something I can't seem to have,
No matter how hard I try;
I was the sun in your cloudy sky,
Even though the sun hasn't shined,
In mine in a long time now;
And now I'm only a speck of light,
In your grand heavens;
Turns out I never was the only ray,
And someone else took my place;
A new drug,
A new pill to give you haze;
You're not the type to have withdrawals,
So I'll wither away,
Expire in your medicine cabinet;
And your life will go on,
Barely remembering my name in your lines of prescription;
I won't say my maybes,
For I've done that before;
This time I'm not hoping,
I'll just be happy you're happy without me.
VOUS LISEZ
Black isn't a Color ➵ poems
Poésie❝ Black isn't a Color, rather, the inability of light to reflect off. ❞ A collection of poems from the confused soul of an antisocial adolescent, who doesn't know where they belong, and where they don't.
