You latched onto me like a virus, taking over me: over my body, over who I was, just taking control. You made me weak - no, you made me sick- and as sickened as I was, I allowed you to stay. I allowed you to keep spreading yourself throughout my body, intoxicating my blood. I did nothing to stop you. I was too blind to realize that you were a virus, when I thought you were an antidote that was supposed to make my life better. You were supposed to make me feel better. When you first came into my life, I felt like I finally knew what being in love was. I did love you, I still do, and perhaps I always will. My heart is stubborn, but my brain knows what is right. I know that being with you only makes me worry, it makes me stress, it makes me upset, it makes me angry. My heart is stubborn and refuses to see you for who you are, a toxic virus. Instead, my heart is stuck on the person that you used to be. The person that I first and once knew.