Before you I was bent,
A twisted Quasimodo praying desperately to be your Esmeralda
Begging for your love to fill the empty cathedral of my heart
So one day all of France could see my inner beauty
There I lay
Watching the days count down
And the empty pill bottles pile up
And though each mind numbing capsule lessened the agony
While my spine contorted into a S
Just to mock me for wishing my problems would
I could still hear my muscles screaming for mercy
From the perverted game
Of tug of war
They never consented to be a part of
Even after the high kicked in.
But when you laced your fingers between mine
Every curve of my body was in just the right spot
And the rope of my sanity
Was no longer so taught that it threatened to tear at any second
Your arm around my waist is more addictive than morphine
And numbs the pain twice as fast
You are the sun
A constant provider of warmth and light
Cherished by many
Praised in all aspects.
I am the moon
Waxing and waning
The spotlight of the night sky
Then nowhere to be found.
Two polar deities
Forever bound in the enticing celestial dance
Emotions are like a rollercoaster,
Or say they say
And as gravity puts it:
What comes up
Must come down.
But all I view is down
Down with depression
Down at rock bottom
Down a path I know will cause regret
Yet you are my loyal passenger
Finding joy in the plummets
And rejoicing the rises.
No doctor ever told me that the best kind of Prozac
Comes in a six foot capsule.