you should just
fulfil the urge
when your body's saying
splurge.
when you need to purge
and express
the emotional excess.
release the feeling.

remember the way you work
feel your body jerk
itself back.
when you're screaming
to move forward
there's something up ahead
you know you're meant
to work toward.

feel the tension
taste the next dimension
so close.
feel the pulsing inside
recognise the reason
don't see it that way
this not an act of treason.

it becomes so intoxicating
completely nauseating
reaching out light-headed
with no insentive but
the feeling.
grasping for something
not yet there
hang on to the railing
of hope
the situation reminding you
of slipping on soap.

all your thoughts
return to home
you wonder if it's true
but how will you ever know?
embedded with paranoia
it seemed so clear
a minute ago.
lost in the seconds
the sands of time
so softly beckond
in an abvievated rhyme.

bent not broken
is the picture of us 
that i find.
kindly hidden
to keep my peace of mind.

but in the end
this is just a dead end
that we'll be avoiding
exploiting, distorting
giving false reputation
to this feeling we once called love.
they say it's sent from above
but down below
is where we end up
buried in eternal cold.

you say you know.
that hearing this
can become so old.
it's just a warning
stop fantasizing and romantisizing
the idea of that "only one"
because they never come
predecessors of a fake
i hate to tell you
those people are people
he forgot to make.

sorry to be the bearer of
bad news
but in this game
all of us
always lose.

love michelle.