i could name this poem a disease, but would it be as subtle as calling it a lover?

you are my oldest lover, the longest i ever had

maybe the only love that will last a life time 

you were with me when i was born 

and were the toughest one, overpowered me,  

now you're just a black hole

oozing 

made me bleed, no more

not a memory, as i will always have you by my side 

my oldest lover, the longest i will ever ever have 

i will always miss the touch of your blades 

your fingers inside my mouth
is this tabu? 

the tears, my tears, our tears 

once we were one, and i prayed your sickness could go away

it went, now i only hear voices, bittersweetly 

but now you're gone, why do i miss the symptons?