im sick again

im sick

and it's not a pretty sick

not a meaningful sick filled with doctors notes and butterscotch flavored lollipops

no i'm sick in the head

"sick in the brain,"

she said.

im sick mentally,

physically,

emotionally,

sick in my bed

but not because i threw up earlier

nor because my breath

still stings of pedialyte

but because i can't stand up without the weight of my thoughts

crushing me deeper into my mattress

not to mention the smell of my stomach as i so un-prettily throw up another

meaningless love poem about you

i could vomit out every word and curve of your face

but it wouldn't mean a thing

and it wouldn't cure me too