Migraine.

Baby,
Everytime I get this migraine
Throbbing pain
In the back of my eyes
Traveling down
To my thighs;
The light burning my vision
My hearing becoming impaired
Muscles tightening
To the point I can't breathe;
I can't help,
But think of you
Because I want you
To be my last thought
The last memory in my mind
Before I depart.