In the very moment I close my eyes your smile rushes to the surface of the darkness

Echoes of your laugh ring out through the noise of silence

I’m sick

I’ve taken ill from your absence

I hope my cure exists in your presence

In my present condition I hunger for your connection

I thirst for your affection and I ache in places that can only be soothed by your attention

Pardon my aggression

My bleeding heart is only a symptom of this incorrigible condition

I burn internally for your energy

My dreams of you are all I have to medicate me

I have a fever measured in degrees of heartache

Intensely

Boiling blood rages through me

Each beat reminds me of a much needed remedy

I fear this sickness is consuming me

My vision becomes more cloudy the more I live with this suffering

I am but a candle nearing the end of its wick 

And when I burn out wonder not of where I went

Know that I was simply freed of being love sick