Infected
I am infected by your gaze,
your laugh,
your smile.
I am infected with a poison.
It's called love,
and there is no antidote.
I am infected, even though your cold,
hard,
unforgiving,
stare shatters my heart.
I am infected by your love of poetry,
the arts,
music.
I am infected by your voice,
smooth,
inviting,
warm.
But most of all,
I am infected by the way I want to love you,
but we all know that won't happen.
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