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  • Writer's pictureKyx

alcohol on the wound

Cut you by mistake

But I let it fester

And for our sake

I should have known better

I shouldn’t do more

But it’d be unfair to you

So I poured

Some alcohol on the wound

It stings and it hurts

And I see how you feel

But alcohol on a cut

Cleans the wound to heal

Drunk on the emotions

Maybe the fumes got to our heads

I rocked the ocean;

I’ll lie down; I made the bed

At the rate we’re going

Pain is better than to have not cared

I’ll walk away, knowing

The scar might always be there

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