Unused Painkillers

Heart wrenching pain
From constant reopening of the same wound.
Slipping out of this, easy was what I presumed.
But it’s not the same when it’s love on the brain.

Re-healing a wounded mind and heart,
A lot of drugs before me, but where do I start?
I should download a lot of love songs,
And get rid of all his favorite sexy bras and thongs.

Regretting why I didn’t max his cards out at Hermès .
Or even given him herpes.
I’ve tried all the herbs, syringes and pills
Enough of this foolishness, I should get up, work and pay my bills.

Yeni