• It was Delusional.
    In conceivably, and irrevocably blinding love.
    A trade?
    Sure.
    You can take my heart and leave me with what emotions I do have.
    And you can give me your word.
    A rush of emotions.
    This confusing passion.
    To love, or not to love?
    What was the answer?
    I can feel the rush of screaming angst in my veins.
    Rushing it was indeed.
    Blinding me, and strumming away at my very last bit of sanity.
    I had encased the thought.
    It hadn't take long to figure out that
    It was you I wanted all along.

    Should I have you?
    Could I?
    What would it take to wake up and decipher these adrenaline pains in my chest?

    I knew
    I've always known.
    It would take you.