after 48hours

and 14 hours of sleep,
i still feel a little sick, ugh.
how it turned out that way, i know not
but ack, i wouldn't want a second time

so much happened, sprinkled with laughter and happiness
and the lips, disturbingly red
draws attention unwantedly

i am treated like a child,
coddled, teased, wholeheartely received--
a change from the big-sister role i usually play

i saw you this weekend,
much happier, *i think*
still heartbreakingly considerate and warm

*for a while, the anticipation subsided,

and i'm skeptical of my expections,

but on the way to where you were waiting,

it returns,
stronger than before, and i was scared to see you

again, the cycle begins,