The turning of a leaf
Brought upon a turn in our friendship.
On that cold August day,
My lips found out just how warm,
Soft, and inviting
Your lips happened to be.
So I dove deep.
But your lips were deceitful.
For the inside of your mouth
Was as cold and hard as ice.
I retreated from the kiss
And vowed
Never to go down that road again.
But no later did I find
You and I clutching each other in bed
Whispering to each other sweet words of heaven
And scalding words of hell.
It was a night I never should have touched.
I know.
But we did. Together.
This is only a portion of a rather lengthy poem I wrote while undergoing therapy. My therapist suggested I write down my struggles to better identify them. Depression has always weighed heavy in my life, but it was while attending this therapy that we discovered how much music was affecting my depression. This poem explains the different kinds of effects music had on my depression, and ultimately on my life. I also hope to shed light on the truth of depression and how it can often times feel like a toxic relationship you can not get out of.