Medicine

I openly challenge the words "People aren't medicine." How can they not be when You are living proof They are. You fixed me better Than any anti-depressant Or the many therapy sessions. You are the only saving Grace I ever had. My ears gently close when the Peoples' elegant whispers reach them. "What about when he Leaves?" If you leave so be it. For we all already know, pills won't Fully fix you. Therapy won't Fully fix you. But they can Help you along while you Learn to fix yourself. Although When you leave I might not be Okay. I will be on my way. But as for now, I will love you And ignore the fact that one Day you could leave. Because right now, You Are all I ever want. You Are my medicine.