A Choleric Restraint; Our Love Poem by Janine Alyssa Navarro

This has become my sickness, my beginning
A chronic beauty; it tears at my insides
Even if my body and heart are left untouched,
I think my mind has been enjoying the games
Until I'm desperately squinting for a light
To shed upon the dusk that waves me away
From the blankets I should seek sanity from,
But no, attempts are futile;
I am left to wither in pain, without moving
I continue to breathe, without air
As the expanse and distance inject
A poison of an unknown kind into my veins,
My dreams cry out to me, they plead for help
Although wakefulness robs me of what they were,
The stain and scars are tangible enough
Until I seek solace from muted awareness
And blindfolded surrendering.. to the truth
That is your solid-rock seas of devotion and love,
Even if I'm gradually fading from these frail grounds
Come find me as my soul tries to trace you back
To this heart that beats only when you're near
Dear love I am sick, but I choose to stay this way