Infested
An infestation in your home can be identified by the
signs and stains
left in the home appliances.
An infestation in your heart is much the same.
It can be seen in the little glances you steal
when you think she isn’t looking.
It can be found in the notes and drawings you redo
over
and over
and over
until they’re perfect.
It leaves traces on your lips in the form a sheepish smile.
It shows the wear on your heart
where space starts to appear.
Its effects can be seen
when your smile turns bittersweet,
and the notes become empty and repetitive...
When left unchecked,
an infestation grows
and grows
and grows…
It will eat away at what you’ve built,
and when you do figure out how to get rid of it,
everything is weaker than before.
That’s the thing about an infestation:
You’ve got to catch it early,
because an infestation in your heart is quite simple to identify,
but stopping it from spreading is much more difficult.
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