It once, was nice to be a couple.

To come home to candlelight

And have those feelings
of a heart convulsing on lover’s time.
Now, it causes me to obtain sickness,

To become hypoallergenic.

So, that’s my excuse to eradicate love.

My heart is fine all alone.

It already circulates,
better with just oxygen,
And individually prepared meals,

Not with expensive checks at a restaurant for a virus that kills.
Please…
miss me alot.

Check me out, waitor.

Check, please.