#71

On the pill, there you were looking oh so beautiful. 
He stopped by. Got what he want. Yeah.
On the pill, there you were looking so insubstantial.
He looked on. Patched you up. Then was gone.

All those nights, he filled you with the lies you needed to hear. 
Each new morning you awake with the image of a better day.
The letdown of this all is too much to bear.
The repetition of this cycle…
These downs and ups and downs…
You can’t realize that you’re so much more.

On the pill, there you were looking so incredible.
Heard what you want. You put out. Yeah.
On the pill, there you were looking oh so miserable.
He looked on. Patched you up. Then was gone.

All those nights, he filled you with the lies you needed to hear. 
Each new morning you awake with the image of a better day.
The letdown of this all is too much to bear.
The repetition of this cycle…
These downs and ups and downs…
You can’t realize that you’re so much more.

On the pill, there you were looking so desirable. 
Once he’s done, you’ll be gone, he’ll move on. Yeah.
On the pill, there you were looking so conceivable.
He looked on. Patched you up. Then was gone.

All those nights, he filled you with the lies you needed to hear. 
Each new morning you awake with the image of a better day.
The letdown of this all is too much to bear.
The repetition of this cycle…
These downs and ups and downs…
You can’t realize that you’re so much more.

Not the kindest poem in the world. But it’s honest.

Written in 2006

Copyright, The Poetry of Bryan Buser