She Was My Placebo Girl.
Updated on January 4, 2010
She was my placebo girl.
She was my
placebo girl
an imitation of
the one in my dreams.
I took her and
took her again,
eyes closed,
lost in the
vision of another.
Her lips so soft
became the
facsimile of one
I had yet to meet,
and probably never will,
but she was
a good love
until the
non-effects
wore off.
Then I realized
I was sober
and not
in a healthy
relationship
maintained by
the buzz of
true love.
So I let her
go gently to
find her dream boat
as I continue
to tread water
and wait,
for my
tranquilizer
of love.
©-MFB III