The Prescription

Life of ease and lots of rest,

I knew you back when you were at your best.
You always broke down on your own,
So everyone believed you were a stone.
If I held a candle to your heart,
Gingerly examine – every little part.
To understand each little beat,
Every murmur so discrete.

It pains you to expose the sides,

You pushed my heart away and tried to hide –

We both had pieces of our past,

Buried deep,

Where we can only hope they stay, at last.

What can damage can feel right,

Kisses wilt when we begin to fight,

I think we lost forever now,

Flowers in the bin,  breaking down.


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