I hate myself for...

being so immunocompromised in love...
how I wish my cell-mediated immunity
could recognize the antigen that's slowly killing me...
that bull***t virus, bacteria, fungi, parasite or whatever you call that f*****g s**t --------
I call LOVE...

could someone be my vitamin
and revive my strength and passion...
then by saving me
maybe you can gain more meaning into your existence...
and realize what's your worth
and purpose...
but I’m not desperate
for your help...
I know I might be weak
but in time I’ll be fine...
I’m just immunocompromised...
and it's just self-limiting...
(I knw, medcally i shldn't inclde bactria and parasite in the list...heheh...y? figure it out..)

September ‘08