No longer can I savour your bittersweet taste
My body continues to reject you
But even if I can get the insulin for this affliction
Are you able to sustain me - to nourish me?
I'm not a kid anymore
And being an adult means not indulging
You're no longer good for me
But I admit to missing how I delighted in you
To have or have not
In the guise of good medicine
I hate you for what you caused
You've made me weary and ill
I hate myself more for missing you
The flavour that sparked against my tongue
And made me grin like a child again
Vulnerable, dependent, and weak
Call me when they find a cure
Hopefully I won't be too far gone by then
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