His unsteady hands sneeze as they rest on the small of my back, infecting my whole body, my thoughts and that grip I had on my emotions 36 minutes ago. One minute for every month I've spent infecting myself with his attention. A few minutes ago it felt like I could allow my t cells to break and work over time cause anything worth having... But the army T has formed never figured out how to build resistence to the military of "I love you" when it charges in armed and ready for combat. They split cells way faster than my T cells can grabbing every red blood cell moving towards my heart, marking their territory, building their dangerous bridges and starting several little fires. Your "I love you" army only shows up when I've got my guard down and reconcilation is needed. Coming in, coughing, sneezing, laying all over my... Everytime we kiss now I feel like I'm soaking up germs armed to destroy any process I'd made before. Crushing the immune system I'd put in place to protect myself from you. I need protection. And something in me wants to run and rebuild, but my feet won't move and the doors to this room are jammed stuck. I feel like I'm quarantined inside of your whirlwind. I need access to a healthier place for myself. But this key doesn't fit this life anymore. How am I gonna get outta this and get well?
Peace. Love. Happiness. Music
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