You're little melt-downs <br />rise upon us <br />so suddenly, abruptly. <br />Asthma medicine? <br /> <br />There's just something <br />about your tears <br />that makes my lungs <br />swell up and aim <br />at expulsion. <br />Cough syrup? <br /> <br />And sitting against <br />the wall, I see you smile <br />and nudge her <br />bare, tan shoulder. <br />Jet-lag pills? Honestly? <br /> <br />Feeling alone <br />and tired of distress, <br />yet too much of <br />a coward <br />to seek outwards <br />for a real buzz.<br /><br />Adeline Morris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dizzy-8/
