Medicine on the floor.
Medicine by the door.
Wait. What for?
It’s going to work? Are you sure?
Sure, I need more…
More, of what I can pour.
Pour, upon the poor. Of which I need to ask for
Medicine wasted. Is that something new? Or…
The reason why I’m feeling sore.
But I know from my core, that I need more…
Medicine to be on the floor.
Medicine to be by the door.
For something in my life to be sure.

Can we be friends again?
I used to think I could never just be your friend.
But we can. Before all that other **** occurred.
Is it a one-sided hurt? You looked fine the whole time. It’s absurd.
Every night since, I shed one less tear. What is now easy, was once hard.
This is my way of telling myself that I can’t bring you back with a letter, or card.
Did you dream about our end? Did you practice or rehearse?
Since when does forever mean temporary? Hearing your name always made it worse.
My forever is infinity. When I said I could love forever, I meant it.
Why couldn’t you imagine a future with us, meanwhile I had always dreamt it.
I’m still learning to forget. You. Us. The Misunderstanding. The summer trip.
The summer of fried chicken, and waffle cones. Ice cream, but not a single chocolate chip.
You made me run into the thing I’ve been running away from.
We ended up becoming the exact thing I tried hard not to let us become.
You were helping me control it, but the you started adding to my stress.
Is it bad that I want to forget out beautiful mess?
I wasn’t your first. You weren’t my last.
I admire how you made love, and heartbreak look easy, but how’d you move on so fast?
We were good while we did last. I’m not broken anymore. Someone else gave me a cast.
I’m proud to say that I live in the current year now. No longer in the past.
You swam with me in the ocean of love, but left me drowning in all the feels.
I only want to go back to when I didn’t question if love was real.
So I’ll be refilling my heart with the love that you did steal.
Don’t get mad when you see someone else causing my broken heart to heal/
So forget about me. And I’ll try to forget about you. But I’ll still question if love is real.
Deal?

I smile even when it’s the last thing on my mind.
But it’s fake.
I love even when the same energy isn’t being given.
Big mistake.
Maybe I laugh because each time I hope my happiness will stay and become real.
Maybe it’s easier to think everything is a joke than to actually feel.
Why do I write my thoughts?
Why does it fall in rhyme?
Gives me a place to breathe. Feel a sense of peace one last time.
I’m on an unexplained mission. Searching the petals and waters for a sign.
Have you seen a love that is sweet, and divine?
Why did love make it so easy to fall in it? I love because and even though.
I love everything my lover does. Any wishes they have, i’ll never say no.
Allergic to heartbreak.
Yet addicted to love.
Medicine to every headache.
Yet it’s never enough.
Sanity to my insanity.
My heart starts to wonder.
How to stand the rain. How to get over somebody.
Because all I’ve ever known was under.
This class of love is confusing. Why can’t I ever learn?
In this game, I always feel like i’m losing. And I never even got a turn.
So I’ll smile when it rains, and I won’t deny that it’s fake.
I’ll repeat the same mistake, and drive on love, although everyone is telling me to break.
Most importantly, I’ll stop loving you. For mine, and God’s sake.

I thought love would excuse stupidity,
Never thought it’d be the other way around.
I thought love was the reason for and why,
Loving someone blinded by what they think love is, is something I wouldn’t want to do
I see it now. I’m sorry now. For what i did to you and everything I put you through
I was never good enough. I would’ve understood if you’d dubbed me.
I changed myself. For you. All I wanted was for you to just love me.
I thought love was the reason for and why.
Now everything is different. Hello, new you. Old feelings, for now...goodbye.
Anything to keep your smile. Anything to stop your cry.
Somebody tell me that I’m doing the right thing at the right time. Please don’t lie.
Tell me that we’ll meet again. Old feelings, new you. Some other time.
Would it be crazy to jump knowing there’ll be a fall?
I’m getting addicted. I’ll never be sober. Am I risking none or all?
Our harmony was worth the change. I guess i made the wait to hear our song.
Are you the answer to my question? Maybe you’re the right to my wrong.
To recover from your drugs of love and distraction, I find myself taking more.
You are more than enough. Why do I know that from my core?
I was broken. I was slowly dying, yet alive.
I was lost. I was suffocating, yet breathing.
Are you mad at me? Or what I caused you to think or feel?
Are you mad at what we’re not? Maybe I go to sleep wishing something in my life is real.
Every breath, my lungs are filled with fire, and water, instead of air.
Why? That everytime I tried to call out, you’d hear? Only you cared.
The truth is, I started to fear. I realized I didn’t want to share.
But the truth is, I realized that I’m actually scared.