I’ve always been infectious

Like mold spreading it’s roots


I thought that was all I could be

But you whispered to me the way

A smile could be infectious

A single thought inspired me

You tiled my whole perspective

And I rebuilt hoping for the same care I saw

In your eyes, to be mine to spread

From you I learned not to attack myself

The very thing that ever let me rot

And though there’s days where my head

Turns grey and

I feel that I’ll forget

I learned I can be infectious

The same way as a smile.

And sometimes, that’s enough to hold me through.

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