Cool As Milk

After I finished "She's Leaving Home" I started working on this. The third stanza was inspired by the song "Milk" by Garbage (also the inspiration for the poem title.) I was listening to the song and really like the yearning, anxious, yet relaxed feel of it, so I wanted to somehow encorporate that a bit in here. 

Healer of the plight,

Motivation to take flight,

Build me up to grand height,

And ease my sour coloured sight.

Though I stand a great peak,

Your appearance still makes me weak,

My exterior may seem meek,

But inside I struggle to speak.

Your absence has made me of the petty ilk,

I pray you’re not planning for me some kind of bilk. 

I’m left with your voice of soft silk,

As I dissolve and become cool milk.

With each passing moment that you’re away,

I mask my sorrow to keep it off display.

I grow to despise every conscious day,

But lie awake, wasting my nights away.

At long last you return,

I can once again feel my insides churn.

Perhaps there’s a lesson here to learn;

What a destructive thing it is to yearn.