Infected by: Billy Colston

Your lips are poison,

Burning my mouth as they touch my own,

Spreading a toxin greater than disease,

Causing me to fumble on my words and trip on my own feet,

Bringing me to smile and stare at you without words,

And yet you continue spreading the toxin more and more,

Infecting me to my core,

And you stand in seeming galore watching me fumble and tumble as you seem to play me along like a guitar,

And yet I can't stop, 

The toxin too addicting and too attracting for me to get enough,

Stuck between what the toxin has infected in my heart and what my will says to do,

But I can't run or hide,

Because I am too close and too far in and would just lose more,

So I let the toxin spread throughout my limbs,

Throughout the rest of my body,

In hopes that one day I might find a cure,

But the only cure for the toxin would be true love,

And true love is the rarest of all things to find.