Inkpaw

head spinning
vision fading in and out
breath that smells faintly of grape tylinol 
feverish 

over heatnig one minute
covered in goosebumps the next
tissues covering the carpet
feverish 

floating through the endless void 
watching burning stars 
and dead planets
revolve around each other
dodging asteroids
and avoiding blackhole squids
I propel myself gently along with my tail 

I cant seem to write a poem 
that's not filled with you 
most would see the words
and take them to mean nothing but
the silly wrtings 
of a lonely teen
but 
what i see 
when i look at my words