love is like a drug
intensity need desire
burning up inside
perpetually consuming
imagination illusion
self inflicted delusion
leading to confusion
lose yourself to the words
find yourself in what you've heard
roads and streets you've never seen
places you so sure you've been
leading to actions that make you question
have you taken the right direction
a maze of streets, of all the choices
listening to all those voices
clamoring echoing a cacophony
who you are or who you were
all these things are like a blur
constant motion never slowing
want to stop but still keep going
in my mind a voice is screaming
can I wake up, am I dreaming
is this real or am I still sleeping
head on a pillow silently weeping