Rapidly spreading through my body
like cancer mixed with ecstasy,
you embed yourself in every cell.
you become the center of my self-made hell.
My veins are twice as thick and throbs,
aching and screaming in between sobs;
you're half of the liquid in my blood-
it's over-bearing and it feels like a flood
is about to unleash itself in my veins.
sometimes it feels like I'm going insane
because I run from you, but you're everywhere:
every thought, conversation- always there...
Every inch of my bones yearns for your touch;
it seems as though I'll forever be in your clutch.
my nerves explode when you are within reach
and my lips forever long for your feather-light kiss.
All that I am is connected to you,
my every decision, every mood.
like a virus that becomes one with its host,
I've been infected with you until the utmost
capacity. Without you I'd be left completely bare.
anyone you encounter should know to beware,
to stay clear of touch to avoid infection, to avoid
letting the virus spread too far before it fills every void;
For by then the virus will have spread too far
and it will be too late, and you'll be stuck in his jar
of victims he has collected over the ages.
you'll just become another one of is victories on one of his pages.
YOU ARE READING
A Series Of Events
PoetryI've found that I am most comfortable in discomfort and chaos, as opposed to serenity and happiness; probably because this broken part of me is all I've ever known. love, turmoil, desperation, infatuation, betrayal, death. these poems will contain...
