Disease

This disease courses through my veins,
I cry out, but you tell me to be strong.
"It's not that bad."
My cold heart comes to life when I hear your voice,
I smile.
I quickly wipe it from my face,
I shut down.
This disease that infects the heart,
The mind,
The soul.
I will cure myself at all costs.
A month of silence goes by,
I've made myself better.
You call then I'm infected again.
Will I never be cured?
You infect my thoughts,
You've invaded my dreams.
This disease,
This disease they call Love.