Wednesday, June 4, 2014

The Disease I Call Love

You caught the disease
The disease with no cure
Thank God it’s not contagious
Scarier than the best horror movie

I pray for you
Hope for the cure
But I know when it dies
It leaves only scars

Wish you could be pure again
Wish you could be normal
It scares me what you do for it
How it makes you feel

Some learn to live with it
But only very few
Hope you can be lucky
Keep it close and new

Most have it ripped from them
It never truly dies
Lives in the scars it leaves
There is no cure

Wish this thing never existed
Wish we could be at peace
But now all you talk about is him
All you can see is his face

This is what it does to you
This is how it’s fatal
It destroys who you are
Replaces you with thoughts of him

But sometimes, God save me
I wish it was contagious
Wish I could suffer with you
Suffer in your bliss

I wish I could feel that happiness you live with
Wish I could have someone like him
Most dream of it since they were young
Most don’t realize they romanticize it

They don’t realize what it really is
What love is
It destroys
But it also creates

There is good and bad to everything in the universe
I cannot think of any example
More deserving

Than love

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