An Opened Wound

an open wound

infected

festering with pain and sorrow

the ointment today were the women of tomorrow

along you came

the perfect antibiotic

but I knew what would happen

I knew the outcome

you spoiled me rotten the pain is now gone

I AM HEALING

but after you left, I am a mess

you see you healed me

or so i thought

the reality was i healed you

i picked up my own wounds

patched up my bruise

and let my self be used

there are no villains'

only me and penicillin

my antibiotic you see

your hips your curves

the way you turn

here love i yearned

i thought love would emerge

mind rid of them all

these women

but alas I forgot my penicillin

I am allergic

in reality you would kill me

but in my head your perfect