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You said

You would help me,

That you’d be

My hero

In a white coat

And stethoscope.



But all you did

Was feed the disease

Rather than

Providing the relief

Of healing-

Your absence.



I burned

For you,

My feverish skin

Aching for you

Until you came and

Charred it raw.



You are not the cure;

You are the sickness.