Anesthetic to Open Wounds.

Laying here, sick, with a broken immune system
With a sense of self disgust in the air,
I shed these tears.

Waiting for that fixture,
That will bring it all back together.
A seamless fixture left unnoticeable.

Reality is the only prescription,
Strong enough to douse these symptoms.
Complications flourish when I’m allergic to this medicine.

The timeline has moved on,
For you to maneuver to a new location
With new research focused on finding my cure.

Treatment started a few hours ago,
But the changes are rapid, almost instant.
As much as I’d hate to admit it, you were correct.

What my body craved for,
Was not in the shape of injections,
Nor in the form of antibiotics.

The real cure,
Was opening my eyes,
And realizing I had been healthy all along.

Your dose of being seemingly positive
Rationalizing events, feeding me perspective,
Has brought me back to my senses.

You gave me a reason to care about self image.
A need to pull myself back together
Into one full functioning piece.

My labels fixed on previous prejudice
Were shattered by the life you carry.
They say originality is key in standing out in someone else’s mind.

I’ll make this promise to myself,
Which you can be accounted for;
I won’t let anyone rip me at the seams quite so simply any more.

Because when I give myself to you,
I want to present a whole heart,
Not shreds of what other’s have thrown back at me.