When you hold me, it's like
Putting on freshly
Microwaved undies,
After slipping on the ice.

When you are discontented, low,
It's like
Taking too many shots-
My brain and my stomach fight
Over which feels sicker.

I should be packing.
I should be cleaning the apartment.
I should be…
doing anything but
sitting in the coffee house two blocks from your building,
writing about you,
brooooooding over you.
This coffee house,
two blocks from your bed,
is slowly killing me.
I should be packing.

When you ignore and disregard me,
It's like taking to many shots and
Slipping on the ice.