Sometimes I think I've moved on and everything is behind me, and sometimes I write poems in the shower. Usually I forget them shortly, but this one really wanted to come out, and I promised myself I would write more, so who am to deny it?
So here's a sad venting poem I wrote in the shower tonight.
Poison
It was perfect blue skies on the island,
Making out in the meadow, up to something good,
And the fighter jets on their training runs
Took a low pass overhead for a closer look.
But even then it was falling apart,
And we couldn't hide it from our counselor.
Every night all the shouting would break out.
Even then you were talking to her.
We were toxic, colorless, tasteless poison,
And we drank it with our wine every night,
And we looked no worse for wear on the surface,
But we were slowly dying away inside
We were toxic, colorless, tasteless poison.
The deadliest poison;
We weren't alright.
On the surface, everything seemed sweet.
We were made for each other that's what everyone said.
We did everything together all the time,
But when we got home that's when I would dread.
Because words don't leave visible scars.
Because throwing dishes is only breaking things.
Because being locked in a room doesn't leave marks.
Because punching the wall by my head only emotionally stings.
We were toxic, colorless, tasteless poison,
And we drank it with our wine every night,
And we looked no worse for wear on the surface,
But we were slowly dying away inside
We were toxic, colorless, tasteless poison.
The deadliest poison;
We weren't alright.
Now you're gone; I'm older, and I'm wiser,
And I know what my own worth is,
And I thank you for the lessons,
Because I'll never forget the days when
We were toxic, colorless, tasteless poison,
And we drank it with our wine every night,
And we looked no worse for wear on the surface,
But we were slowly dying away inside.
We were toxic, colorless, tasteless poison.
