Infection
Farewell to the days of us,
The 9 years of our duo.
Wasted away because of a girl, jealousy,
And a virus.
We were like a set of tennis shoes.
Dependent on one another,
Willing to risk a little dirt
For the journey.
Our love was elastic,
Contracting to fit each setting.
With platonic feelings weaving
In each interstice.
A virus.
It can only survive off of its host,
Their insecurities deny them of independency.
It astounds me how easily you have contracted the Z virus
A weak immune system has greeted you indefinitely.
The symptoms are horrendous:
A cocky facade,
False friendships,
And a broken real one.
Enjoy your illness please,
Each slow deadly minute of it.
Because when you finally realize how fatal she is,
You’ll come begging me for the cure.
k.d.w.