Affliction

This love I have is resilient,
a strain of malicious bacteria,
returning even after I've pulled it out of my core,
stomped upon it, cursed it, and burned it.

I even told it lies: that I wish I'd never had it at all.
It won't leave me alone.

I try to make it jealous, put on opulent shows with stuffy characters,
praying that it might leave on its own.

I want freedom but I fear that there is no cure,
for this painful affliction of my unrequited love.