You are a parasite in disguise.

The way you clung to me, with such need,
shot falsified love deep into my veins.
Such synthetic adoration fooled not only me,
but every thought that passed through my mind.
And with every synapse, your love spread like poison
until it reached the heart.

Then, suddenly, everything changed.
Like the tides, only not as calculated,
Your pull was tantalyzing.
It was more than the gravitational force
that brought us crashing to the once thriving earth beneath me.

Your attatchment, now turned deadly.
Instead of giving me life,
you were sucking it out of me.
Like a leech, only more painstakingly obvious.
The way my name fell from your perfect lips
felt like a curse.
The acidic way you proclaimed your love for me
was leaving permanent ulcers in my heart.

Nothing was becoming what I had imagined.
Everything was going horribly wrong.
Yet, leaving was harder than planned.

Scientist believe that the host of a parasite fights,
at least for a little while, but inevitably
gives in and gives up.
And how right they were.

One way in and no way out.
Every empire has its fall.