Disease Without A Cure Poem by Ayesha Tulkubra

How should I make you see?
That what you've done to me.
The veins of my heart trickle.
I try to close them
these wounds are so deep.
My heart just shrieks.
From inside it's drastically weak.
I swear it says your name.
Its every single beat.
Its agony gathers in my eyes.
Glittering with tears.
Their beauty just cries.
Enchanting imaginations they conceal.
Their secret you'll never seek.
Under the shade of my lashes.
These innocent pupils speak.
They ask a question.
You'll never know what they mean.
When my body quivers.
You never understand its fears.
But how to tell my brain?
To stop popping those memories.
Oh, your thoughts make me daze.
Like a perfume they amaze.
These are hallucinations, nothing more.
I'll end up in those fantasies.
And you'll never knock at my door.
This life sucking disease is 'love'.
You have to suffer, you have to endure.
But It never had any cure.