BH (07-30-81 / Buffalo, New York)

Love Sickness

Love grows like a tumor,
hidden below the surface.
Spreading through the body,
slowly killing you.

My love for you grows slowly,
tendrils wrapping around my heart.
Sliding between flesh and bone,
your infection grows.

You spread to my arms and legs,
slowly making me lose control.
Legs now walk towards you,
arms wrapping around your waist.

Crawling up my spine,
you encircle my brain.
Sliding into every thought,
my love for you shows in every action.

You have my body,
the sickness terminal.
You have my mind,
fevered love in a sick mind.

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its strange the way i can relate to this. great poem.