DiseaseA Poem by Midnight Queen (Amanda)
Let me know what you think. Just something I made up.
Needing you is like a disease,
The more and more I have you, the weaker I get.
No matter how hard I try to get rid of you
You keep coming back.
Harder and harder to leave
Needing become wanting.
Wanting can lead to danger.
Are you worth the risk?
This disorder becomes overwhelming.
Taking over with it's infection.
Starting at my head and working its way down.
Reaching every inch until it totally consumes me.
I am contaminated with your every cell.
Poisoned by your every fiber.
It's festering inside of my soul, just waiting to be released.
I am now fully tainted.
On the floor weak from you
You tell me I am worth nothing,
You say you will never be anything more than mine,
You mean nothing to me.
You are filthy piece of garbage,
You are lower than dirt,
No man is ever going to want you,
You are almost not worth keeping around.
You are just a disease
You need me
You want me
I own you.
I sit and cry and wonder,
Why haven't I left?
I am really worth nothing?
I am just a disease?
© 2012 Midnight Queen (Amanda)
Shelved in 1 LibraryAdded on May 22, 2012
Last Updated on May 23, 2012
Midnight Queen (Amanda)
AboutAmanda here =) I am complicated, strange, a odd ball and I don't care. I am who I am and nothing is going to change that. Okay, now on to the fun stuff. I LOVE History. I could watch .. more..
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