Unused Painkillers

Misery entered when i opened the door.
On his face was what has happened to you.
It was true,
I should have been enamored with you more,
I should have made you my therapy;
A portion of irresistible calumba for me.

I sorted to seek resort in obloquy elsewhere,
But disparage found and led me here.
Now I am back, sicker than the day we met.
I haven’t found the healing I sought yet.
Please let’s start over again,
Inject in me a surfeit of you to numb this pain.

Leonell