Nausea

Nausea.

Your possession over me is palpable

Running through every thought,

You maintain your pushy presence

Testing each emotion I've got

Unrelenting.

Uncomfortable.

Uniquely Unpleasant.

Unanimously Awful.

You took every ounce of my sanity

Presented day and night,

Whenever it suited your schedule

Perhaps when the time was (never) right

I hope you don't come back around

The sheer idea of you grips me in fear

For if I must lose my hold of reality

Its ok - if the nausea will disappear.