Remember it blew you away, nothing could keep you grounded.
You're fierce mind refused to stop.
You where in the fast lane.
You wanted it all or nothing.
You needed the rush to curse through you're insatiable lungs.
You're flushing cheeks sett a deep crimson as you dived further, further into oblivion.
You're drug of choice love.
Whatever presented its fluffy pink cloud as love, you bit into it, carelessly.
You're high was always on, never off.
Candy floss rotted within but shimmered on the outside.
The joy ride of you're life had to stop smack you awake hard enough, to crease the desperate fake smile of you're face, look at yourself in the mirror, really look.
It had to smack you awake.
Wide open eyes to see behind the velvet red mirage of "love".
Love is not pain.
I still am in concussion from that smack.
I am gripping onto the truth that I am still, fearless.