Infected With You

by Boolovesyou

Published September 11, 2011

In Dramatic Poems

You don’t think it hurts?
You don’t think I cried?
Or spent endless hours
Remembering our Good-bye
You don’t think I hated you?
You don’t think I forgave you?
After all we had been through
Did I even mean shit to you?
Does it even matter
That we ever loved?
Because at the end of day
I’m here, and you’re far, far away.
I can push you
As far away as I want,
but in my heart
You’ll never leave.
Like a virus
You’ve infected me.

Comments & reviews · 4
alabasterwolveness wrote a review Review · Sep 12, 2011

Alrighty hun, I really like the emotion in this, its simple and sweet. I mean its from the heart and not from the brain. I can see how bad you must have felt from what that person did to you. But I have one little thing I want talk to you about.

Remembering our Good-bye
You don’t (here should be the word "Think" you may have forgotten it but Im just telling you) I hated you?
You don’t think I forgave you?

Really other then that one thing, its something I really liked and will enjoy to read more from you! Thanks for your time!
~~Randi

rememberdecember wrote a review Review · Sep 12, 2011

Hey there:)
First of all, I want to start by saying that I love the way you wrote the poem and the way it was structured. The words really spoke to me and to me, that is a really important thing to be able to do in a poem. If you don't mind I think we should exchange stories about our past experiences with this. I would really love to hear about it.
keep writing,
Rememberdecemeber

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SteppinRazor wrote a review Review · Sep 11, 2011

I can push you
As far away as I want,
but in my heart
You’ll never leave.
Like a virus
You’ve infected me.
That's the easy thing to do sometimes you just don't wanna talk things out or deal with the feelings, but we can push them off the face of the earth deeeeep inside they are still there and that just makes it twice as bad. I really liked this!



Be steadfast as a tower that doth not bend its stately summit to the tempest’s shock.
— Dante Alighieri