it hurts walking down the street,
it hurts just sitting on my bed,
it hurts when i cant take the heat,
it hurts knowing i was the one who led,
im a spoon of syrup for you to swallow,
flavor like poison but gets you back up again,
im a dose of pills for you to drink down with water,
curse me at the sight but you know im too good for you,
im so over all the characters you play,
put down the remote, these channel weren't made for you to flip through and never stay,
im so tired of keeping you above my head,
get off my throne, you listen to me because i kept the seat warm for you when you were being belittled instead,
im a spoon of syrup for you to hand me to swallow,
strawberry flavored and gets me back up and far ahead,
im a dose of pills for you to pour the water down my throat,
smile at the sight of me and you know we're too good for them.
YOU ARE READING
Call it Cloud 9
PoetryGrowth, Healing and Love. The three ingredients that complete the process of becoming an adult. Thats what this is all about ♡
