Flattery

Note to self: writing bad poetry after 1am is for soporific benefit only.  God, I’m actually surprised how bad that was!  Never mind.  I’m not taking it down because that will only make me double-think everything and get even worse. 

I was having a bad pain day.  That’s all I need to say about it, I reckon.  And today is another.  What I’m really craving is painkillers. 

Tlalit said something really nice to me today.  She asked how I was, and I said I was having a bad pain day, but otherwise fine.  She said I go through a lot of physical pain, and she doesn’t know how I do it.  This is someone I’ve only really known a fortnight.  I’m not sure anyone’s said that to me before.  Usually it’s "what do you do all day?" 

She followed it up by saying something has to be done about my health, because the world is missing me.  Now that’s one I’ve definitely not heard before.  I’m a damn fool for sympathy and flattery.  I got misty eyed.  Damn fool, I am.  I don’t hear enough sympathy to see it for the nonsense it is.