They said I was
Your medicine.
I didn't know why
But they did,
The label 'girlfriend'
Slowly turned to 'his cure'
Once your darkness showed
Again.

We were so cute,
Not perfect.
You made me smile
Laugh and almost burn with red on my face.
Until you became sick,
Right down to the core.
I didn't know what to do
But they said
'He should take you'

But no one likes to take their medicine-
It tastes bitter.
They hate it
And I know you secretly do too.
They spit me out,
And I knew there was no difference when it came to you.
In your case you liked being sick.
Spending less time with me
And more with her.
Going back to your bad habits
And ignoring the pleas
To take me,
Drink me,
Treat me
Like I deserve,

I tasted horrible, you knew it.
So you kept the bottle
But never opened it.
If you did, the stench scared you
So you closed it and shoved me at the back of your shelf.
Away from your heart.
Away from you.

But you took her,
Pills of her you downed it all
And got high on love,
Leaving me in the bottle
Waiting to be loved.

Sometimes you reached out your hand for me
But your desires got in the way.
I expired and you eventually threw me away.
I forced my lid open
And spilled in your bin
Trying to show you I cared.
But you took me out the back door
And never saw me again,
So much for being your medicine.