You’ve infected me with your thoughts.

Caused me to feel sickness

And distress.

Strayed me from life’s goods.

Confined me with negative,

Malice and lewd acts.

As I try to rupture this mirage of

Unhappiness,

I hear your voice--

Lover in despair-

And it brings me right back.

To a place where-

The only mirror is your face.

Your mind,

Your soul,

And your heart-

that is full of my blood’s tears-

Of despair and agony.

You’ve diseased me.

Teased me of faith then betrayed me.

With a callous manner-

Your virus spreads within me.

No cure is of mind

No hospital lies in my defense

No doctor to manifest

Absconder of my health,

A fugitive of your broken world

I linger back and forth-

Between your heart and my mind.

You’ve injected this addiction

Of apathy for

That even the most evocative

reality, is diminished.

No momentous of love’s

Eloquence lies in your paradox-

No wish’s aspirations will prosper

In a place where no sun shines-

No rain encourages life -

And no soil to fertilize

The seed of fluffiness.

I call this Infected love.

Infected because it’s intrusive,

Evasive and obstructive to my mind-

It’s a trickery fond of hearts-

that feels my sorrow

With the words of tomorrow-

I cry ...

leave me alone with these hasty thoughts,

Leave me alone with all this doubt,

Stop these worthless tears

Allow my heart to beat again-

And not be still.

Let my world offer its heaven.

Than I realize!

Is it imminent pretense?

Now borrowed?

Leaves me to discover ...

What I conclude of this assessment-

Let it be no judgment-

Heed my accepted wisdom--

 In the end, I know it’s my individual

A Kin to your magnet force.

I create what I feel.

Emotions that arise-

I can only state

truly in my hands,

and in my head

that cause this physical torture.

So, after all—

After all, the pain and suffering,

I realize it’s inside me.

No blame to my foe,

No escaping this limitation-

A simple feebleness--