I loved falling for you until I could no longer get up.
Until every fall aided my ability to see your rock bottom.
And it isn’t any fun in that position.
You try to keep me there and I break free constantly.
Logically, It makes no sense to keep you around.
Because you steadily try to keep me down.
My reasoning has been folding in on itself.
Reshaping my brain chemistry.
I haven’t been physically present within my own being.
I might be changing.
Doubting the love I have been receiving.