Unused Painkillers

Your tender hands best fit.
They’re long enough to reach my heart.
Massage but don’t tear it apart.

Except you find the piece unfit.
Please! Please! Ease my pain!
Free me from this fatal reign!

Your dose is hard to swallow,
But you’re just my type I know.
I steered as you stood on the heap,
Wondering what you’ll reap.
When my pain persists beyond three days,
Know that I’ll look for you anyways.

EMNY CIRCUIT