Heart Truma Poem by Kewayne Wadley

Struck with the diease of you,
My lips ache,
Lost in the shadow of your touch,
An open mouth that cries to be fed with a single thought,
A hate that grows with every thought of you,
Revenge in loving you, an epiphany loving you,
I cringe at the sight of you, needing you near,
A bad dream that I wish would end,
But can't seem to wake from,
The stupid way you stare,
The goofy way you walk,
You've infected me with your touch,
The plague of your thought,
The horror of the coming of your smile,
The truma of your lips pressed against mine,
A fever that goes unseen,
The sickening thought of being bed-ridden,
No cure in sight,
I want your love, as love becomes hate, the hate that becomes bi-polar, misunderstood,
I want your love