My Love for you
is like a tumour
growing inside.
Even though
it's fatal,
it's of
my own kind.
Originated from
my flesh and blood
and
inseparable
from
my brain and heart.
The more
I try
to get rid of it,
The more
it holds me
in a firm grip.
Telling me
it's not
just gonna be
the reason
for my death,
But it is also
the reason
why I am still alive
in the first place.