My Love is Sick

My love is sick It leaks and bleeds All over me onto my nicest shirt Vines without roots Like knives in my body And I am their puppet Twisting ‘til I hurt My love is sick I’m running a fever so high I peel my skin to breathe Birds without cages Find perch on my ribs and I Stitch myself back up to keep them in You’re an infection I am keeping No matter the sepsis You are staying I’d rather the wound Than have you removed Enough rotting for two Killing me, keeping me high My love is sick It’s messy and wrong But I pray for a bit of contagion Hands without fingers Like spoons at the source Coat evenly Oh, won’t you touch me? You’re an infection I am keeping No matter the sepsis You are staying I’d rather the wound Than have you removed Enough rotting for two Killing me, keeping me high (Hold me, Let me go) You’re the cure You’re the curse You make it better You make it worse You’re my killer And my Christ (But I’m the one twisting the knife) You’re an infection I am keeping No matter the sepsis You are staying I’d rather the wound Than have you removed Enough rotting for two Killing me, keeping me- You’re an infection I am keeping No matter the sepsis You are staying I’d rather the wound Than have you removed Enough rotting for two Killing me, keeping me high My love is sick It’s taken me whole I’m simply a host to a haunting Ghosts without corpses Still linger in flesh Holding on to a love they keep wanting