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Jun 2019 · 126
Anesthesia
Joey Patella Jun 2019
I’m scared you’ll get up one morning,
and the love won’t be there
Just give me the word,
I’ll be out of your hair
I don’t mean to be annoying
Certainly don’t hope to be mean
But you’re the best
I just need to come clean:
I love you so much
And I know I come off strong
But you’re just simply the best
And don’t even try to prove me wrong
I’m so lucky to have you,
Without, I don’t know what I’d do
The only thing I know for sure
Is that I love you.
I’m scared that you’ll leave
I’m so clingy, I know
I’m not trying to scare you away,
I just don’t want you to go.
I know you think you’re a bother,
But you’re most certainly not
If I were to tell the truth,
You’re the best that I’ve got.
If anything, IM the bother
How you could possibly put up with me,
I couldn’t ever know
You’re there for me when I’m happy
And the same when I’m low
I know I’m an over thinker
Yet I never think things through
But for one thing im certain:
I’d do anything for you.
Joey Patella Jun 2019

Living is so short;
Forgetting is so long
*
I.

The room is filled
With ether
And sickness;
Instead of the smell
Of baking cookies
And youthful naivety.

Sullen and ghastly eyes
Hide
A once happy face;
The happy times
Are often the worst times-
Thalia and Melpomene
Both chuckle
And weep.

II.

That day,
You heard the white snow crunch beneath your feet
As you walked into the fluorescent office
Waiting to receive the news.

That day.

I was with you then;
You are not with me now.

I bake cookies
And I weep.

— The End —