It's ten-thirty in the morning, and we still
Haven't gotten out of bed. We're so wasted,
Either from work or play, and I think we know
The depletion of our relationship has hastened.
We're both in trouble, although I highly doubt you'd admit
Your dependencies are becoming as apparent as mine.
But while you scream at me and hold suspicion, I can
Lie back and smile, knowing they'll hit back at you in time.
We may never know, until it is too late, the
Time we've killed, the pain we've inflicted
Upon each other, all drawing right back
To the habits from which we have been addicted.
Because even though I can't do the things you do
Without being punished, you know I'm your reflection,
All your worst qualities are being manifested in me,
Determined to destroy your ideal mindset of perfection.
But I can rest easy, knowing you were the first to fall.
You'll be out of the way soon, and even if you try,
There's no stopping on the road of life, meaning that as
Soon as you can't get up, I'll be leaving you to die.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry Corner
PuisiThis is a collection of poems that I have written that range from light and bubbly, to highly disturbing. Please vote if you like them and comment if you have any questions, although I may refrain from answering.
