A Disease

Your touch

It once soothed the pain

That bruised my heart

The gentle look held within your eyes

Kept me in a calm state of mind

Apart all things felt imperfect

Life was pushing its claws

Deep into my  soul

Making me want to run

Away from it all

Each caress

Life would escape me

What once was so aggravating

Became intriguing

Yet you were selfish

Like every other

Your words are my disease

Infecting my mind

But no more with the infection grow

Your words burn to nothing

In the flames that dwell within my heart