Poems: Gade 12- Present Day

Sex, Pills, And Chemically Ill

Ask me

"what is love?"

Is it that feeling of when the right person holds your hand,

And you instantly feel comfortable?

Some may say like your "bestfriend"

But more...

I don't know exactly what to say?

I want to believe it's more than a

chemical reaction, But we have so

much history.

My feelings have become numb...

I can say okay, but Do I even know what that is?

Now it really is a dream...

You and me seem to be only right

during nights that we find each other

surrendering to the loneliness that exposes our desperation to the night...

But I'm tired of waking up from that,

A dream of a chemical that surpasses

the loneliness you concocted as a
disease, and released you to me.

Three tiny words at times is all I need, but are you willing to say them back?

Are they even that important?

Do they even mean anything anymore?

When you wake up from the

nightmare, and find me laying beside you...

Would you like me to hold you?

Are you a dream?

Maybe that's what's I'm not

realizing...My brain is wired to see

that someone who looks like me can't

be with someone who looks very

much like you,

and miss you when you were never mine to miss.

You're someone I can watch from afar

in another pair of arms, and smile for.

Knowing that just because I can't be good enough for you,

at least you have him to keep care of your heart for you..