The Illness of Love
by Helena T.
You are like a drug, Injected into my frozen blood stream. Once in, you cannot get out, You are forever in my heart. But then you go away, Leave my stranded heart, Suspended in a lifeless soul, To go infect another body, another person, another life. I cry, To try and erase you from my life, But it only makes the pain worse, And a crack in my heart spreads all the way through. Do you know what kind of suffering you are bringing? Spreading through people like an illness, With no cure and no treatment, Stuck with them for all eternity. Maybe if I die, Your venom will be released, To stop torturing my scarred soul, And puncture another unfortunate girl's heart. The fastest route to personal change |