Your smiles used to be like medicine.
I take one,
and my illness
my pain
would disappear
in a few minutes.
Your laughter
was like medicine,
making me
feel tingly
all over.
And I'd always make sure
you'd get
a taste
of your own medicine.
But time
is told
to change everything.
You're no longer
medicine,
but a toxic concoction.
You're poison.
I can't take you anymore.
And I'll make sure
you get
a taste
of the pain
you now
cause
others.
The pain you've caused me.
...
Actually...
you know what?
You were
never
ever
my only medicine.
Why
waste my time
on you?
Watch me smile
as I say
goodbye.
YOU ARE READING
Feathers: A Book of Poetry
PoetryA pencil is the spotlight of a soul. It tells them its okay to overflow. It tells them ideas are art, and that the best ones are masterpieces. Feathers is a collection of poetry by me to convey the beauty and undeniable strife of the world, and emot...
