when you hurt,
when you're lost,
when your heart is breaking and you feel like you're the only one who knows this pain because no one else could possibly deserve it,
I feel it.
in the pit of my stomach,
in the deepest parts of my soul,
I feel it.
when you're beaming, gleaming even, full of hope,
when the sun seems to be shining just on you,
when your cheeks hurt from all the smiling.
when your mind is liberated and life couldn't be better,
I feel it.
in my fingertips,
in the joyful tears that can't seem to stop flowing,
I feel it.
when you can't stop thinking about–them.
when you can't focus on a single thing because they have taken over,
corrupted you in the worst, but best way,
intoxicated you.
I feel it, I see it, I hear it, I taste it
it's the only thing on my mind, it's all that I know
it's the only thing that keeps me going, without it I couldn't breathe.
if it were to escape me–I'd miss it because I need it.
I hate it, I love it, I want it, I feel it.
