Bitter Medicine

With a terror of the view
I’m always writing
Escaping this truth
That winter is ending
Icecicles are melting
And the last thing you sent me
Is the beauty
That only shines in your absence
Shot like a bullet
Waiting until you say to stop
And the bitter medicine
Like a sugar high
Goes to my head again
And the plaster crumbled on the floor
Where I held you in my arms before
Only proves that innocence is illusory
You don’t want to know
Exactly what brought me here
You won’t let go
As I walk out the door again
This is the way that all great romances end
Not with a smile
But a broken laugh
Upper-middleclass
Injured insomniac
Inured of the process
Wings twitching
Toes swelling
Gums bleeding
Hearts mending
You know you always wanted it this way
Prophesies
Of real life events
Beckon that wanting pain
It grows in my spine
For the rest of my life