I am single
And my chest pangs with aching pain
But not of emptiness or loneliness
It is of something reminiscent
Of the time i has pneumonia
But i refuse to let it be that
Because i am simply too busy
With too much shit to do
I guess for now i will sip
Penicillin
Paracetamol
Cough syrup
Leftover prescription cocktailsOf my own design
And sip
Well
Chug
It alone
And promptly pass out
In my underwearIn the cold
With my body pillow
And stuffed milk bottle in tow
Me and me alone
Roughing it together
Coughing and sneezing into my sheets
And wondering why is it just me
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Shit rant poems
PoetryThere are so so so many typos and one day, I'll fix them all.....maybe