Disease

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?

 

 

Reviews

[Sophie]

I really like this, very effective. (that's not the right word but I can't come up with it!)

[Aianarie (INACTIVE)]

Great poem. I like the words you chose.

[Poppie Mira]

Indeed Love is like a disease.
A masterly executed piece of great poetic power!

[The White Wolf]

Love being compared to a disease...brilliant! It is infectious, devouring our system, changing our biology, wriggling its way into our DNA. Love is all in the science. When something enters into us that is toxic, the science will fight against it, our neurology, our higher learning, will step in, like cells against the offending party, on a mission to destroy. But we are the not the disease, the infiltrating toxin in the disease, and once we remove it, we are healthy once more. BRAVO!

[rivers]

It seems this reader has had similar thoughts of self. I find this a perfect metaphor for feelings about love and worthiness to be loved...Are we enough?
Are we Too__?__ Insecurities in tow...I feel these emotional lines at the heart of the disease.

"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."

Calling the doctor is useless...There are no antibiotics available for love.
Great writing of a very meaningful poem...

[Cascara (aka Sprint Goe..]

cool metaphors!

[Coyote Poetry]

"You are just a disease
You need me
You want me
I own you."
Sometime love is like a disease. Steal your body and mind and won't let go. I like the flow of thoughts and the good questions at the end of this poem. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote