Sappho and Tantalus, a classical pair. The symptom's well known. Mad dog bites man. Man fears water. Man sees wild dog in water, cup, and well.
Madman dies of deep thirst, raving at water.
Those love bites you gave me, I think they were poisoned. Your teeth sank deep and my heart drank the taint and now I see your face in ocean and stream and staring always from the last cup of wine. Take care of yourself. But then I bite my tongue and stay around knowing I'd rather lie in hell than leave you. It's night down there.