You see it flying, hear the buzz
Shoo it away just because
It’s victims cannot heal
Then one day, out of the blue
It sneaks up on you
Bites you right in the feels
Symptoms start to kick in
Medicine is non-existent
There’s no cure for it’s bite
Smiling uncontrollably
Losing grasp of reality
Clinging to the happiness
Habits start to form
There is comfort in his arms
The sound of his voice
Then comes the worst thing
You feel like you’re flying
And you look down
The three words come out
Your wings break and you fall down
It was a hallucination
You thought you were in love
But got bit by the bug
There is no healing
The heart begins to break
Your guard was down, it’s too late
You’re a casualty of love
– DLM 3/16/16
The Dalema 