A Medley Of Messages

F A L L F A S T

Behind bars.

A prisoner in my mind.

Forced to onlook,

but never touch.

Watching as my tendencies repeat.

Watching as I fall fast,

once again.

A widow,

easily allured.

Easily compelled.

Under a spell,

lost in a haze.

I've fallen.

Unable to stop myself.

Unable to keep myself from repeating my habits.

I don't think,

I act.

With my heart,

a master in the art of drama.

My life,

it's stage,

to be used for any purpose.

Though my mind is overloading.

My heart weeping.

My lips,

singing a bad tune.

I still fall fast.

Fuck the hurt.

The heartache.

The inevitable pain soon to come.

Love is an addiction.

Though the lows are so low,

the highs feel so good.

So,

I let myself fall.

I give into the addiction.

I fall fast and say fuck the consequences,

because I idiotically am okay with living with all of the hurt,

as long as I get to taste the happiness.

That's pretty much what it means to fall fast.

You play a game with many twists and turns,

like a road,

nowhere near ever being straight.

The odds never in your favor,

constantly rooting against you.

Even with that said,

you can't help but fall fast.