Monday, March 23, 2009

A Sickness Most Vile

I'm ill with a sickness. It won't kill me but there's no cure. It fevers my sleep and pains my days, but it provides me with glimpses of perfection I'd never get if I were well. It's a hunger, a desire, a powerful mixture of pain and pleasure.

It's killing me, but I won't die.

Maybe the april showers will cool my burning heart, because this love is too painful.

I keep trying to fight it off, but I still feel it and I still want.

I wish I could stop being in love.

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