here is a trap

Yesterday

i went to a pharmacy to buy myself an aspirin

for headache and love

The pharmacist told me that she took one too

and her beloved still deform her arteries

and that nor the strongest sedative can’t help

I can’t understand why she didn’t left

I don’t think there is a perceiving-pill

-Pills for heart we have, but feelings

Nah

-But you.

-Me.

Me. Looking finely, lots of pills

No one has to see me with them

To smile, not to leave,

-Why do you want to leave?

Ah, stifled the mazed I got

-I don’t know, to bitter or to sweet

-Both, for sure

You just don’t know what to feel.

And she didn’t gave me any pill.

As I am the pill.

Yesterday

i went to a pharmacy to buy myself an aspirin

for headache and love

The pharmacist told me that she took one too

and her beloved still deform her arteries

and that nor the strongest sedative can’t help

I can’t understand why she didn’t left

I don’t think there is a perceiving-pill

-Pills for heart we have, but feelings

Nah

-But you.

-Me.

Me. Looking finely, lots of pills

No one has to see me with them

To smile, not to leave,

-Why do you want to leave?

Ah, stifled the mazed I got

-I don’t know, to bitter or to sweet

-Both, for sure

You just don’t know what to feel.

And she didn’t gave me any pill.

As I am the pill.

Sometimes my whole internal being is screaming It is clenched tight ready to strike out and wound Experience has taught me to keep that feeling bound up within me Unleashing it only brings complications More meaningless insincere promises Words from your lips That momentarily breed hope Which in the fullness of time reveal bitter disappointment I feel as though I am am a tightly sprung copper coil wound so tightly I am in danger of squeezing the very life out of my own being I hardly dare to breathe Incase I accidentally speak and reveal the anger and anguish I am holding so tightly I know a new day will bring new hope Eagerly I await the sunrise.

Yesterday

i went to a pharmacy to buy myself an aspirin

for headache and love

The pharmacist told me that she took one too

and her beloved still deform her arteries

and that nor the strongest sedative can’t help

I can’t understand why she didn’t left

I don’t think there is a perceiving-pill

-Pills for heart we have, but feelings

Nah

-But you.

-Me.

Me. Looking finely, lots of pills

No one has to see me with them

To smile, not to leave,

-Why do you want to leave?

Ah, stifled the mazed I got

-I don’t know, to bitter or to sweet

-Both, for sure

You just don’t know what to feel.

And she didn’t gave me any pill.

As I am the pill.

F. Scott Fitzgerald - The Great Gatsby

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