but you’re still no sweetheart
at best.
Luteal, oh, Luteal,
please work with me?
show me your true value
and reason to be seen.
I love you and I hate you;
I think that’s alright.
next time I might
write you a love letter
if you show me some pleasure,
and bring me some light.

Luteal, oh, Luteal,
please be gentler this time?
I’m in my prime,
yet I feel like slime & grime.
Luteal, oh, Luteal,
I’m sorry for being so mean;
I’m just overwhelmed, and
you’re a real doom machine.
but thanks for reminding me
that we all need tons of rest;
I’ll try not to fight you so hard,

how dare you, Luteal;
right when I thought I’d healed,
all I’ve concealed
is torn from beneath me;
for two whole weeks
I’m in fatigue,
hating my physique.
all I can do is critique,
yet barely speak
unless it’s a scream.