.love's don't last.

I
love
when your body just
rejects you.

But I've been
good
to you.
Exercise and oatmeal.
But no.

Mucus blobs in my throat.
Green goop in my nose.
Scratchy voice.
Skin so dry my hands look like
a cat attacked them
and have been attacking them
for
days.
Throbbing in my head.

And!
And!
The pièce de résistance
Bleeding in my...yeah, yeah.
I know!

And I will always
quote Mr. Garrison
(although I know that the creators of South Park didn't think of it)
when speaking about my period....

"'I'm sorry Wendy, but I don't trust anything that bleeds for five days and doesn't die".

f.u.c.k.