Friday, 15 November 2013

Response 1: Falling

I feel sick. I’m hot, I’m cold. I’m hungry but can’t eat? I’m ecstatic… I think?
I can’t stop smiling. This big, stupid, childlike, silly smirky humongous smile!
Concentrate. Behave. Focus.
Oh shit. Crappy crap crap fuckety fuck.
It’s happening. Again. out of my control. Like it was the last time, and the time before that.
I’m falling…. Deep, hard and fast, and I don’t like it. It’s not good. I’ve been here too many times before; it never works out.
I thought I’d see the warning signs? I promised myself I would!
God please no. Make it stop.
This crazy, horrible, stupid, intense, pathetic, evil, bastard, inconvenient thing called ‘love’.
I know it’s the greatest thing to fall in love. Next great thing is to be in love… but how long before you begin to fall again?
This time out of love.
And this time it’s much, much worse. 

1 comment:

  1. Love makes fools of us when it comes, and when it leaves. And quite a lot in between, too.