i'll never be a poet

allergies

i'm allergic to your absence
allergic to being alone
else why do my eyes water
waiting for you to come home

nose squeezed cherry red
wrapped in a blanket, sprouting hives
i can't help shiver in bed
but waiting never felt so alive

colours swimming, vision blurry
the temperature feels deathly wrong
my heart's beating in a flurry
can you feel it coming on?

achooooooooo
(bless you!)
and bless my poor heart too
some days i wish you knew
i'm allergic to the space in our bed
my eyes and nose are red
crying at the head of your pillow
waiting for you to come home