June Is Making Me Sick

Today the hot tub is making me sick

And my journal is wet

And I pick a strawberry to make myself feel better

Today my eyes are puffy

But it makes them look cute

Or at least that's what I tell myself

Today I called out of work

I think I might quit

I feel I am terrifying

Today I pet a dog

He smelled all my sorrows

And stayed by my side

At least until he found something more interesting 

Is my sadness interesting?

One should not make rash decisions when they are heartbroken 

Or maybe that’s exactly when one should

I don't know why am I asking you this