Infatuation is a disease.
Constrict my lungs with cheeks flushed red.
Drowning out of water,
I'm deathly ill.
So I lay on satin sheets, hospital gowns,
awaiting the never-coming cure.
The vaccine is far too expensive.
Looking up from Cupid's Toll Bridge
Author notes
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A contest entry
- make me feel something. by aanika-xox.
1003 points, ended July 20, 30 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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i like this.

infatuation is a disease --> sooo true!
this really hit home with me.
thank you.


