When it's the first time in months it's exciting.
Chills comes easy.
Every muscle aches.
Illness quickly takes over, but it doesn't last long.
After a while, nothing feels anymore.
No touch can excite me.
Nothing can ignite me.

Day in and day out, everything is the same.
I can't even count on my hands how many it's been..
It's a mess of my life and everything spins.
And my friends start to wonder if I'm clinically fucked up.
It's a short lived option. But it's not true.
Simply a phase.
You just wish it was you.