Just
before I open my eyes to the aftermath of our disease,
I see you collapse, and still stand on your own two feet.
I see your eyes changing into loveless torpedoes,
they zero in on the ego.
From then on it's the battle of the ages.
Every time it happens adds a notch to our belt.
Its anti-venom dished out after,
Hugs and Kisses.
Cheers to the time between the outbreaks.
Gloom suffocates when it comes.