| Pathogen My mind freezes your face invades your handwriting twists my stomach into tightened knots that cannot be separated, and it's killing me, I'm so very tied to you; it's making me sick, making me tired, and I just can't fight you off anymore; you're some sort of lethal pathogen, slowly eating me up from within, multiplying, killing me piece by piece, and I have no immunity to you, no way to fight this overwhelming force; there's a strand of your hair, lying before me, and I hate it, want to burn it, as if it would let me be rid of you and your perfect face. Just be done with it, kill me, just... And there is no cure, none at all, I'm lost to you and your will, just you. you are beauty, and this is truth, and I am caged by this entirely pathetic love. So much for freedom, it's too bohemian for this evil, dark consuming feeling. Dying, dying, completely lost to death, to darkness, to pain, to the black paint that looks so beautiful on your hands but only makes me uglier... Dead. Finally free from this torment, the virus has taken me, buried me, and now you've got nowhere to turn; I guess that's the price you pay for being a disease, for desecrating me. love poems anonymous |