Cure

Little longer poem with a different view on love.

Cure

My emotions cast me into the abyss and cry out in defiance of love
The wound in my heart releases long awaited hate
Love is for the foolish
I bid a due to this foreign emotion
Yet its familiarity draws me in
Let go! I scream from my lips
But alas there is no cure for this disease
I weep in solitude and laugh while in company
Is this stranger me?
No, this imposter is my shell for which I dwell in safe from the world
No one needs to know or understand
But you do so why would you leave me?
You are the cure for my disease.