allergic

my puffy eyes are bloodshot from itchy, scratchy irritation. they weep on their own, without any premeditation. the garbage fills with the white paper trash after those long afternoons of smelling ash. my nose still lets forth its snotty green hue whenever I catch my first sight of you. it's your fault I'm in this pitiful state with nothing but sadness and tears on my plate. I don't think it's catching, but I don't really know. for others symptoms only subtly show. but soon the allergy will be subdued, and I'll no longer react when I think thoughts of you.