My love for you is a cancer
and it only ever goes into remission.
It's never cured.
It's killing me and I cut it out
but the diseased mass
grows back.
I try the chemicals,
I pump my body full of poisons
to kill the tumor
you've left on my soul,
but they break my body
and wither my mind.
And you?
You're radioactive,
you're my Chernobyl,
and I can't go back,
even if I miss the places
that felt like home.
