For this far-fetched love to come sweep me off my feet
Fill me with affection, hatred, passion and desire
Stimulate my senses
Get lost in him & lose track of time
something to think about
something to dream about
So I can awaken and no longer dormant but more alive than ever before.-Erika Fuego
I used to think drama would resuscitate me….
Seal the voids, saturate the silence and fill the empty spaces inside me.
I thought a little fire would reignite my life.
But after a while the fire started burning, so hot I wasn’t sure whether it was burning hot or turned to ice.
My patience ran out, I started to doubt and found what I suspected.
Certainly swept of my feet but he didn’t catch me, he knew I’d hit the ground any second but turned around and neglected, not even tempted to save me.
My patience ran weary, the desire grew dreary and the passion was only passionate in the beginning.
Yes, my senses were stimulated, my nerves damaged my brain imbalanced and now I don’t know how to manage my own will.
Days turned to weeks, to months, too fast but felt as if time were standing still.
I lost myself in him and then I lost myself through him, and now I cant find myself and fear my favorite part of me is lost forever.
Imprisoned by his game, betrayed and ashamed, some of my worst times have been times we spent together.
I thought he’d bring me back to life but I couldn’t’t feel anymore dead.