With you, I don't have a fear of falling...out of love that is. I can't imagine having just enough of you to just settle me. I wake up into space, were matter consumes me as a whole and my mind is gone. Putting matter over mind where everything is out of order, I begin to hallucinate this perfect picture of us painted in my head. I've overdosed on the thought of you, things become clouded as I begin to frustrate myself. You create a civil war, where I am my own enemy fighting for the same thing leaving me where I started. Alone. Where there is no one to sympathize for the void of my frontal presence, because it is now controlled to you. Every action made by the jurisdiction of your ruling but you are clueless to it all. You said, "take my hand." And I went for it. Giving into the misinterpretation of your subconscious flirtation. You took me for a ride and all I followed was every curve your hips made. Hypnotized. You're the only thing I feel I must acquire. Becoming all I know. Eventually, I feel a shock sending me further away from you. stimulating erosion of the captivation, I am no longer held captive under your spell. You become nothing I know  wide awake, out of my mind. Floating where I seen you, and now I don't. An illusion, taken apart like a puzzle stitched together. Broken bonds, and I am back. And I am right back where I was. I've had enough of your drug. And I don't need you anymore.