Allergies

The empty space in my bed that your body used to warm

Is now replaced by a never ending swarm

Of tissues - and you’d probably laugh

At my never ending allergy issues

Maybe you’d thought I’d be over them

Like I’m over you

‘Cause you’re just a cheap tattoo

Filled with cheap booze, stumbling down avenues

On late nights, before you start meaningless fights

But anymore, your empty words don’t reach my ears

And the bruises you left are like forgotten souvenirs that will

Soon disappear

and I won’t care when they’re gone

and I don’t care that you’re gone

‘Cause truthfully my darling

We didn’t belong