in sickness alone

it's 2am
and i wish i could write you a beautiful poem
about how much i miss you
and how i miss your eyes and your kiss

but there is nothing beautiful about
how i feel
without you here i feel
sick
like my skin is going to tear off of me
and run back to you

it's 2am and my eyes are heavy
but they won't let me sleep
because you're there
not here
not where you're supposed to be

my stomach is turning
my mind is racing
my bones are tense
i'm dying
it's 2am

and you're fast asleep