i have recently fallen ill and i don't know if it is because he left or because the weather keeps changing all i know is that my body aches for anything but these white pills and nasal spray
it's like a windstorm that's so strong you keep falling over or maybe lightning hitting you right in the chest or it's like that time he left and you couldn't sleep on your back because you could see his side of the bed
i don't quite care that i've eaten every single type of soup the world has to offer or that i could cook you a million different dishes because i've watched the cooking channel for 5 days straight
the only way i think this illness would go away is if you came back and held me as i drank my tea with honey and coughed my brains out
i wish you would rub my back as i complained about being cold or being fatigued i just wish you'd come back
i was sick last week and i'm still trying to get over it, so yeah i wrote a poem about it