Blinded

You
You've blinded me.
Was it your love?
Or was it the hot poker
I just seared my cornea with?
So hot, it's cold
the nip of the night air singes
and dries the fresh puncture.
Regardless of the blame,
it's all your fault.
And as I sit here
and shed pus-tears,
I'll always remember you
as the one who made me see
the error of my ways.