Love and adrenaline can't exist in the same moment of passion
You know they don't
Not when you've spent so many years indulging the obsession
You adored the rush of your pulse in your ears
Watching the world below you
The moments of time that slow down long enough to think
"There's nothing better than this"
The thrill of exhausting your body to the point of fight or flight
So much that you eventually treat everyone and everything
With the same recklessness
The addiction deprives you of your humanity
And slowly strips your empathy
Till all you're left with is a bottomless hole of what was once genuine emotion
Adrenaline exhausts you in every way possible
Your mental health drowns in the addiction of false emotions you experience
The ability to drown comes from your empty feelings spilling over like a broken glass
Words flood every space in your brain.
They shoot out in all different directions
It's a never-ending embarrassment of explanations
A waste of words with no point to end with
A waste of time, feelings, thoughts
And anything pure enough to keep you alive
So what you are now
shuts down
But, you can't stop
Your legs can't seem to move
But you can't stop running either
Because if you stopped running, you'd stop flying
And flying free is one of the last pure emotions you can feel
When you've taken every humane thing about you
And left it to rot in your past
Love and adrenaline can't exist in the same moment of passion
I know they don't
Not when I've spent the last little bit of my life
Truly living in the moment
Savoring every experience
Feeling every emotion that passes through my head and heart
Knowing it's a gift to receive
Slowing down in the moment of absolute resolution
When I'm looking into his eyes
To see that I'm okay
To feel absolute peace
And sparingly say the wasted words
"I love you"
As I'm in his arms
I don't want to waste those words
I hate hearing others waste them
Because they're precious
The world is a grain of sand
Compared to the universe of those special words
We shouldn't hand them out like we do
Like teachers give us homework
And children ask questions
Because love is invaluable
Not something to be drunk on
Or something to be replaced
Love is the pure feeling of being found
By someone who slows down to know for themselves
That they solely want, cherish, protect, provide,
and care about me
Love is slowing down because I want to
To take the time to realize that
I solely want him
I want to cherish him
I want to protect him
I want to provide for him
And I so sincerely care about him
Love and adrenaline can't exist in the same moment of passion
I know they don't
Not when I know that from watching this world
Purity is no longer pure when it meets infatuation
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