The cuts on her legs swell with the infection that she creates
She lives the life that she forever hates
My love dies every night
She is the happiness, she is the light
‘I’m an infectious disease’ the beauty said
The tear that she cries bleeds red
Hatred is the thing that leaks in her soul
Shes so beautiful but she doesn’t feel in control
I love her and if she is the infectious disease I want to die from it
I want to be her to be happy even if it means her skin must split
Shes mine forever and always
I wanna die next to her to be ok
I love her always, the depression and teas
I love her, she is my infectious disease.
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Your love shines throughout this poem. A loving tribute.10/10