Shit rant poems

Single and dying unrelatedly

I am single

And my chest pangs with aching pain

But not of emptiness or loneliness

It is of something reminiscent

Of the time i has pneumonia

But i refuse to let it be that

Because i am simply too busy

With too much shit to do

I guess for now i will sip

Penicillin
Paracetamol
Cough syrup
Leftover prescription cocktails

Of my own design

And sip

Well

Chug

It alone

And promptly pass out
In my underwear

In the cold

With my body pillow

And stuffed milk bottle in tow

Me and me alone

Roughing it together

Coughing and sneezing into my sheets

And wondering why is it just me