Hayfever

A Poem by Jodie

i used to call you a rose

sometimes i think you're a dandelion.
one of misfortune and swears
and caresses down a tear stained cheek
that make me feel loved for a second.

that's probably due to familiarity.

naturally i had to sneeze
naturally i left my heart oozing with your nectar.

you're a walking allergy waiting to happen to me
me, messy, volatile
never-has-enough-tissues
me.
walking trainwreck me.

i've always had hay fever.
naturally i had to sneeze.
how could i resist?

- j.f.