Infection

Farewell to the days of us,

The 9 years of our duo.

Wasted away because of a girl, jealousy,

And a virus.

We were like a set of tennis shoes.

Dependent on one another,

Willing to risk a little dirt

For the journey.

Our love was elastic,

Contracting to fit each setting.

With platonic feelings weaving

In each interstice.

A virus.

It can only survive off of its host,

Their insecurities deny them of independency.

It astounds me how easily you have contracted the Z virus

A weak immune system has greeted you indefinitely.

The symptoms are horrendous:

A cocky facade,

False friendships,

And a broken real one.

Enjoy your illness please,

Each slow deadly minute of it.

Because when you finally realize how fatal she is,

You’ll come begging me for the cure.