she says I'm ill
that I have a disease
which has no cure
that this disease I have
makes me love her
and that sickness is the cause
of my extreme love
she refuses to name this "illness"

Baby
little do you know
that love is my illness
loving you is my cure
or so I thought
but medications **** you sometimes
like you killed me
last night with everything you
muttered so sharp

Despite
how sick of me to still love you
that too the way i do
I'm sick you say
you say my love is
a cause of illness
of my mind
a mental illness

asking for your attention
(or how we said "attenshun")
was my mental illness is what you say
that my love for you was nothing
but a sickness
but how is it
that 2 years back
it was you with
IBS and anxiety where
you scratched my face
when i hugged you
yet you didn't want me to
let go
yet
you still wanted me gone

but here now
2 years later and
its me with
this sickness
or so you claim

then how is it
that you call my
love illness of my mind
when I
I gave you that same
love & more
when I didn't even know of
a mental pain

Then how could you dare
but say
that it was nothing
but
my sickness

or
*was it unbelievable to you
that this love exists
in something out of fantasies too