This is an excerpt from a longer piece I wrote about the struggles of caring about someone who is sick of you. At the time it was written it was very relevant in a way that people can become tired of others just like they get sick from food. It is sudden and you may never see it coming.

I must be food poisoning.

you look at the food,

if it catches just the right light you may want to eat it.

it just so happens it did.

heaven can’t help you now,

as you take your first bite,

little did you know; you’d get sick.

your throat gets dry after eating a couple bites ,

so you drink, and drink, and drink;

but i was sober.

And you deserved better.

but little did you know my heart rebounds much like your stomach after eating that food.

A couple hours pass,

you drink, and drink, and drink to wash down the food.

As night rolls around and you lay your head on that soft pillow, you feel woozy.

And in a split second you know;

you rush down the abyss to the porcelain throne, and when you’re done you flush it away.

And you quiver as you parade back to bed, relieved of what lips couldn’t say.

And as you are whisked off to sleep,

my mouth formed something similar and my stomach felt uneasy;

much like yours

did.

You went to bed.

“It must be food poisoning” I whispered.