My heart was ill , my heart was sick
I can’t determine if it was a parasite or a virus
Because it ****** my blood, all of it
It couldn’t live without me yet it killed me
I’m not sure if it was a virus or a parasite
For it was silent , I lived for months not feeling it sneak up on me
Not feeling it weaken me , not seeing it killing me .
Because I didn’t feel it grow inside me , use me , as it’s host for my endless amounts of love and life
I didn’t feel it become a part of me ,
I’m not sure which one it was , because I didn’t know how to differentiate it from me
Because it took over my thoughts , made me crave things I’ve never thought of before
Because it infected every single one of my cells with this disease called love
Maybe it was just a bacteria . after all it did make me sick to my stomach
Butterflies paired with a little histeria
I believe he could take what was mine and make it his
Could build a resistance to all my attacks and destroy all my bounderies
Lay skin to skin preparing , waiting , starving
to take it all , consume me , infect me
Sep 9, 2025
Sep 9, 2025 at 3:48 PM UTC
My heart was ill , my heart was sick
I can’t determine if it was a parasite or a virus
Because it ****** my blood, all of it
It couldn’t live without me yet it killed me
I’m not sure if it was a virus or a parasite
For it was silent , I lived for months not feeling it sneak up on me
Not feeling it weaken me , not seeing it killing me .
Because I didn’t feel it grow inside me , use me , as it’s host for my endless amounts of love and life
I didn’t feel it become a part of me ,
I’m not sure which one it was , because I didn’t know how to differentiate it from me
Because it took over my thoughts , made me crave things I’ve never thought of before
Because it infected every single one of my cells with this disease called love
Maybe it was just a bacteria . after all it did make me sick to my stomach
Butterflies paired with a little histeria
I believe he could take what was mine and make it his
Could build a resistance to all my attacks and destroy all my bounderies
Lay skin to skin preparing , waiting , starving
to take it all , consume me , infect me
Ever since the aftermath is a as tedious process as the sickness was
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