It never ceases to amaze me how you can be both a blessing and a curse.
Catalyzing the flourish of a relationship then infecting it with a slow killing cancer.

I'm sure it amuses you, building someones endorphins before crushing them when you feel they've experienced enough to be addicted and beg you for more.

Constantly blitzing forward.
Incapable of taking a step back despite how much I plead.  
Like some linear cellphone game; but instead of restarting when I can’t jump over, you phase through the obstacle, forcing me continue at your pace whilst tending to my wounds.

And once they’ve finally healed and I become capable of keeping up with you, you introduce a larger obstacle - and I’m ****** again.

Are you angry at how you can't move backwards? Is that why you're always ******* with me? Or are you able to, but savour the taste of my tears when I cry for you to do so? Or is it because you feel incarcerated by your immortality and have found that nothing else satisfies you?

You’ve made me realise that happiness is an illusion.
I shouldn't be such a pessimist at 17.