Your Prescription Poem by Lacie Hebert

You wrote yourself into my veins, 
Like medicine designed for pain.
A remedy I thought I'd need, 
A promise dressed as guarantee.

'Take once daily, ' your smile implied, 
'For loneliness and wounded pride.'
So I obeyed without a doubt, 
Never thinking to read about

The side effects hidden beneath: 
The loss of joy, the loss of sleep.
The loss of self, the constant fear, 
The feeling someone disappeared

Even while they held your hand, 
Even while they made their plans.
Now I laugh at who I was, 
The girl who called dependence love.
Because no cure should leave you weak, 
And no love should make you incomplete.