From the moment I said yes,
I started swallowing them whole,
Each day, hoping for relief,
Yet the bitterness only grew.

My heart, once so hopeful,
Began to falter under the weight,
Of expectations and illusions,
Of what love was supposed to be.

With each passing day,
The dosage increased,
My mind reeled at the toll it took,
Yet I kept swallowing, hoping for a cure.

Rejection became a bitter dose,
Lies, a bitter aftertaste,
Secrecy, a poison in disguise,
All masked by the promise of love.

And yet, each time I go for a checkup,
The doctor sends me home with many pills.
I begin to lose my hope.
But like a drug, I am hooked in there.

Therapy whispers of a healing mind,
But what of the heart, still confined?
Is there a pill for the love I resigned?
Silent echoes, a heart left behind.