My Disease

October 5, 2011
By xFallenx BRONZE, Manitowoc, Wisconsin
xFallenx BRONZE, Manitowoc, Wisconsin
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I think I have some sort of disease. One that no doctor can cure. It causes pain and possibly death, but why would anyone care? At times it brings me happiness, but at others it brings me pain. I start to die but awake again, just as your lips touch mine. You hold me close as I shake and shiver, but why won’t you let me die? Is it because you love me or because you’re dying too? A gun shot to your head is what you think about. The pain that rises within. I want to take your pain; make it all mine, but I’m sure you’ll let me not. I love your laugh and smile, the way you make me feel. Forget all your pain and please give it to me. Deserve it, you don’t. I can handle it with my disease; not taking it out on me. You are the reason I don’t, I remind you all the time. Before I leave, I want one last kiss. I’ll leave you feeling speechless. When you think of me, just remember… How you make me feel inside…
I will always love you. Even when I’m gone.

The author's comments:
The inspiration of this poem is my everyday life

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