Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
2d
She is a medicine that I must take in small doses.
A prescription that I've hated the taste of since I started it years ago.
I can't stop taking it now, we've gone so far together,
And I don't want to cause any issues.
If I take my medicine more often than usual,
She will give me stomach aches.
I hate the taste of my medicine,
But if I take it every once in a while, it's tolerable, and I don't mind it.
Then I think about the fact that I'm taking medicine,
And my body aches once more.
If I don't take it, I'm full of guilt.
If I do take it, I'm full of pain.
She is a prescription that will pain me forever
"You're worse than a heathen-- treating your own flesh and blood in that manner!"
Written by
Emery Feine  14/F/USA
(14/F/USA)   
64
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems