Broken Comfort

 

I remember all the good times we used to have

Do you remember them?

Do you know how much I miss it?

Instead of wanting a hug

You make me want to pop pills and smoke

Instead of a smile

You make me want to cry

 

 

I know that you only care

I know you only want me to be safe

Boys become men

Men become fathers

My time and has come

You don’t want me to leave

No-matter how much you want me to stay

I’m not a baby-boy anymore

 

Instead of pats on the shoulder

You give me headaches

Instead of claps

You give me migraines

This needs to end

Once and for all

Times are rough and we need each other

Instead of grunts and foul words

We should smile and help climb the peak

 

Author's Note

Life hasen't been really good for me lately, these are just some feelings I have bottled in the inside.

Reviews

[Dusty]

Oh, I am so sorry for your suffering! It seems that as people try to hold us closer, they only ever drive us away sometimes, doesn't it?
I can relate to this poem ever so much, and it has settled deeply in my heart. You speak wisely and truly of everything and your voice is consistant throughout the piece. This work does much credit to you and the art of poetry.
Keep up the good work! I do hope perhaps someday you will be able to fix the relationship with the muse of this poem.
Wishing you all the best, and my inbox is always open should you need someone to talk to.