So I’m just another idiot who fell for you.
Just another idiot who isn’t ready to repair her wings to fly again
Or her oars to sail again.

Nope.
I’ll be stuck here.
So madly in love with you.
Blinded, like you are.
Maybe oblivious, even
To who ever else out there.

When I'm outside at four in the morning standing in the bitter cold smoking my cigarette,
I always look towards the stars and wish that I could fly so ******* far away.
I wish I could sit upon some celestial body with a searing atmosphere and powerful storms so I could rage and scream and my flesh would boil and my bones would melt; my mind would break and my soul would toil on the depression and torment of love and loss until I am nothing more than wisps of carbon on blistering winds.

people leave all the time
and all the time i find myself alone
and all the time im begging them to stay
but they come and go
and they do it
all
the
time

I am so breathtakingly in love with you.
The mere thought of you make me shiver,
And your images flashing through my mind makes me smile.
I can feel it in every muscle, cell and in my veins that when you're near,
I have no fear or doubt or regrets. I'm in love with you.
And my every living cell knows it too. I know that the sun will rise again,
the rain is falling,
I know that one day the earth will surrender and we will all die.
And I know that I am breathtakingly, beautifully, wonderfully in love with you.

I lived
a life filled with futility,
where each day faded
into another.

I live
a life filled with moments,
each one humbling me
into sanity.

I will live
a life when I reach out to
others still fading
into oblivion.

This poison is intoxicating. A drug sending you into the oblivion. Enraptured by the taste and the feeling of impeccable deliverance. It's just what the doctor order, a spoonful of laced sugar. A placebo effect with nothing but the risk of cancer eating away your insides. Green in color, like the skin beneath the coating of a candy apple. It enters your system like a rock through a glass window. Shattering reality, while constructing a world of make believe.  

This addiction is poisoning. An intoxication crawling inside her veins. The ever present itching there just below the girls pale skin. Waiting for her next fix.

One more hit...
Just one more.
O'please, give me more.
More;
more;
more;

This poison is blinding, an addiction of the soul. The disorder of the weak mind, with nothing else to hide.

One more hit...
Just one more.
O'please, give me more.
More;
more;
more...