You Grew On Me

You grew on me like a tumour And you spread through me like malignant melanoma And now you're in my heart I should've cut you out back at the start Now I'm afraid there's no cure for me No dose of emotional chemotherapy Can halt my pathetic decline I should've had you removed back when you were benign I picked you up like a virus Like meningococcal meningitis Now I can't feel my legs When you're around I can't get out of bed I've left it too late to risk an operation I know there's no hope for a clean amputation The successful removal of you Would probably kill me too You grew on me like carcinoma Crept up on me like untreated glaucoma Now I find it hard to see This untreated dose of you has blinded me I should've consulted my local physician I'm stuck now forever with this tunnel vision My periphery is screwed Wherever I look now, all I see is you When we first met you seemed fickle and shallow But my armour was no match for your poison arrow You are wedged inside my chest If I tried to take you out now I might bleed to death I'm feeling short of breath You grew on me like a tumour And you spread through me like malignant melanoma I guess I never knew How fast a little mole can grow on you