Hives Days (Urticaria)

There is no better way I could think of the way I feel about you than by thinking that it is love...

Part I.

And I am the life of these creatures...
They cling onto my body and defile
My flawless skin, creating splashes of pale
Red and red all over...pure abstract.

And I am one grand of a bullseye
With dart holes all over... I have hives;
I am a walking hive (bees live in me,
In the balloon that is my heart).

Part II.

There were bees inside the balloon
(What felt like bees inside a balloon
Was tough love--suppressed,
Inside its shell, shy).

With a needle, you came
To burst the bubble. Bees flew out
(Love flew out--it was released
From its shell) quickly...

Part III.

They tried to make their way
To you (I tried to find you),
But they found me instead.
They flew to me, my skin...

They swarmed around me, my skin...
You have no idea. I wish I could fly
To you and tell you what I feel (those
Bees made a wrong turn) right now.

Part IV.

Five days of hives days... I wake, daily,
Without a smile to greet you. I have
Endured sleepless nights and dreamless.
The bed is a frightening place to be.

Then I would wonder to myself
If you ever wondered where I am. My heart
Is shut with feelings; I am consumed.
I long to be where you are, but I could not.