Better on Paper

Everything I see eventually becomes a poem

Farewell Old Friend

Comfort in how you cocoon me,
Strength when you stuff me,
Happiness as you fool me,
Tremors after you leave me.

My heartbeat bleats when you’re not a few feet away.
No you leave me anxious- I begin to sway…
With terror in my mind, I fear the worst will arise.
Pure terror fills my thoughts when I ponder our demise.

Without you and I, what else lies?
Only empty space… awaiting a trace of new longing.

I shake and stir,
While you mock and blur my vision-
Crystal clear, with teardrops of fear.

But what if I chose not to care?
To strip my body of your venom and scares?
I’ll drive my car far,
To a place you can’t hurt me-where I refuse to let you irk me.

My mind tries to comply with the truthful lies
I feed myself in place of you.
You fail to treat me- but is it a treat
If I must meet you more than halfway,
In a place where terror pierces my insides,
Drawing them out desperately, with haste?

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