Steals from the poor and gives to the rich.
Leads hearts like the Pied Piper
From one break to another.
At least envy is one color.
Infatuation is the whole box of crayons melted together.
An explosion of hues
Designed to discombobulate and confuse.
A forest hiding a forest hiding a forest
So happy to just be lost in a forest lost in a forest we completely ignore it.
Trees stand taller.
Rain feels wetter.
Impulses uncollared.
Pain makes it even better.
Infatuation sticks to a fool like glue.
Sticky situations become more toxic than Mountain Dew.
Name a time your heart beat harder.
Blood thick and warm rushing through your veins like a Dodge Charger.
Hormones growling to the tune of a Hell Cat
Your itches love the way infatuation scratches
It's a must that you experience more and more of that.
Funny thing though about this cold hearted infatuation.
It's like driving a super car on premium that cant stay away from the gas station.
When the rush is over and the store is closed reality sets in the tank of your mind and you're stuck on the side of the road alone.
Suddenly what was fueling is now infuriating you.
And even though you know you should just leave that car you get out and start pushing but nobody wants to push what seemed to be unstoppable all on its own.
By the time you give up and finally call a tow truck you realize right then and there that you haven't even gone anywhere.
Accepting that you were actually going backward makes things even more awkward.
It's cool to go fast but sometimes we need to get out and walk so we can save time and not just waste it burning gas.
Smell that? That's not oil burning. That's insecurity.
See that? It's not a cracked windshield. It's codependency.
What's that in the mirror? Looks like you and me headed off a cliff of uncertainty...
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