Thumb in door

I slammed my thumb in the door so hard, I thought I smashed the bone. You dropped me on my head so hard, I thought I smashed my heart. Aching and dizzy, I took too many codiene and drank too much beer. Drunk and drugged, I shouldn't drive and shouldn't make decisions about closing doors or leaving you.

When will this fog lift?

The dank weather and your bountiful praise shows me nothing. Both are equally opaque and suffocating. I can't see the ground from the window and I can't see your intentions in your eyes. When will this fog lift?

Snot

I sneezed this morning and my heart came out of my nose. It slid and popped from my nostrils. Like a bad cold, you made me congested with a heavy head and a runny nose. All the tissues in the world couldn't keep me clear and clean of your snot.

Tulle

While walking outside, I passed a young man in a dress made of tulle. He was so happy and free, wrapped in pink, nothing could slow him. At that moment, I knew I had to change my clothing and find a new man. Neither of which would be you.

Protest

Protesting that you are being "romantic," you look past me and catch your own reflection. It is no coincidence that your love for me is really for you. Can I love you the way you do?

Stretched skin

You stretch my skin over my face and cover my eyes. My wrinkles deepen and my nerves tighten. Tension builds up in my eyes preventing me from seeing the you I want to see. Like love, there are no prescriptions that can cure this situation. I would pay if it would fix my vision and mend my heart.

My crackpot mind

My crackpot mind doesn't understand that you aren't coming home anytime soon. Not exactly sharp as a tack, it hopes, pines, and looks for you. Blowing my brains out might be overkill, but it may be more effective than reason.

Pain in my chest

I was woken by a pain in my chest. I didn't think of you, just about how to make it go away. Ginger or lemon or witch hazel? Was it my heart or was it my head? I savored this feeling. It reminded me that you are not the first thing in my mind.

Love sick?

The thermometer read 98.7 degrees which made no sense to me. I felt sick. I looked pale. My heart ached. What on earth could bring on this furry? You have made me love sick.

Swollen ankles

Ankles swollen like bowling balls make it more difficult to chase you down. Maybe that is a good thing, otherwise I might catch you. Little things like ankles and fuss somehow make my life less and more tolerable.

Sickly sweet

I found this poem that had nothing to do with you. It speaks of cotton candy and lollipops  and gum balls, all of the things that are sickly sweet. In mass they make my stomach turn. Maybe they like more like you than I thought.

Undo everything

I found a scrap with your number sewn into it. The paper had been crumpled until soft like tissue, embroidered with ragged thread. I wanted to erase the paper memory of its folds and make it smooth again. I wanted to untie the thread a wind it back on the bobbin. Undo everything.

Shadow

Bright light on the kitchen countertop makes a shadow that reminds me of your profile. The light shifts and your brow bone turns from soft to severe. The sun moves across the sky I'm forced to refocus my heart.