Plague
Your love is like the plague.
It leaves me choking,
Suffocating, gasping for breath
And I can’t escape your clutches.
Sometimes I can’t stand it
How your love closes in on me,
How every word you say
Makes me sick to my stomach.
You can’t see the trails of you on the outside,
There’s no marks to clue you in,
Just bruises and scars from days already gone by.
Your love infects me,
Infests me,
Burrows deep under my skin and refuses to leave.
You flow like poison through my veins,
Like a virus attacking my heart.
So if your love is like the plague,
Then I guess I’m doomed.
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