Lovesick

My immune system isn’t the greatest.

In fact, when I fell in love with you, it was the sickest I had gotten.

When I breathed, it was not your scent that filled up my lungs.

Instead, it was pneumonia.

I inhaled every “I love you” like it was my last and coughed up any and all reciprocation.

When I threw up, butterflies were splatting out.

It seemed like knowing that you exist was a stomach virus.

My head was aching with memories overflowing within my brain.

All the tylenol in the world could not ease a thinking mind.

I’d get so warm from the thought of being yours.

And so cold from not being held by you in that moment.

I had fever dreams of you being mine indefinitely.

I would take all the medicine in the world if making that happen was a possibility.

Be my sickness and my health.

Be my vaccine and my pain.

I will be your victim

As long as you

Keep me

So lovesick.