ROMANCE Poem: The Remedy, by Paulina Ekstowicz

I get sick of myself
Sick of
My overthinking,
my madness,
My mind is like a car without brakes.
You’re the cure,
Which I take in small doses.
I admire you,
Your patience
Your love
Your tranquility.
The serenity that comes when you hold me tightly, with my head on your chest, while my tears
streaming down my red, puffy cheeks.
You’re the remedy for my madness.
It’s no longer me against the world; it’s us.
Us against the world that’s going up in flames.

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