Desperation

Inspiration
Totall anhilation
Perceived in this passion
I have for you
Obsession
Like drowning
Full lack of independent
Respiration
When kissing you
Submerged 
In your heart beat
I lose all
Sense of where you
Leave off and I
Begin
Illness 
It rather feels 
Like  typhoid fever
Or a touch of plague
Can I be saved?
What process is this
To upend my life 
So blatantly
It was well ordered
It lacked chaos
I did not want
Desire
Nor is it welcome
Now
But in my weakness
Perhaps I shall
Find strength
If I survive

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