Cancerous Love

loving you is a cancer to my soul

i’m going to die like this.


fuck chemotherapy,

slowly trying to eat away the parts of my heart i gave to you

it’s only making me sick

regurgitating all the amourous times we did ok


i won’t think of you for a day

or two

but then why do i keep those photos; the memories

capturing the beauty of all the times you

touched me,

kissed me,

loved me.


fuck this toxic method of un-loving you

i’d rather risk dying and have all of you

cut out.


even then a cancer can come back

my love for you is the tumor

that warmly caresses my foolish heart

and squeezes it, like a deadly old friend.


i’m gonna die like this

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