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Lovesick
I now understand what it means to be lovesick
 The term has always escaped my vocabulary
 Floating somewhere between infatuation and influenza
 And from what I understand
 I am better of not knowing.
 Who would have thought
 That you would be the catalyst
 Infecting me with your eyes without realizing
 That your sweet-heart smile was hospitalizing me
 With each passing second.
 
 I now understand what it means to be lovesick.
 The monotonic monitor bleeps
 Reporting my heart’s frightened rhythms
 As the disease spreads
 Flushing my cheeks
 Disrupting my speech patterns
 Turning my stomach into a taut trampoline.
 And my mind is stuck in a Stockholm syndrome
 Because all I want
 Is to be with you again
 Even if it means getting infected
 By your quiet laugh and those moments
 When you let your guard down
 And your face lights up, vulnerable and trusting
 Sending me in a downhill spiral
 As the disease turns terminal.
 
 I now understand what it means to be lovesick.
 I have to get you out of my head
 Get you out of my system
 But you’ve weakened my defenses
 And I’m finding that 
 There is nowhere I can hide
 And the antibiotics aren’t freeing 
 Your grip on my mind.
 The IV drips as steadily as my tears
 As I claw at my chest
 Trying to tear out my hemorrhaging heart.
 I don’t want to sleep
 Because every time I do
 The dream is so much sweeter
 Than the nightmare
 Where not even the morphine can keep you out.
 
 I’m succumbing to this disease.
 Who knew this sickness would be fatal?

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