The Rush

The breeze blows quickly through my hair.
The wind rushing past my ears,
A gentle whistle filling my mind.
It's so soothing.

I spread my arms wide,
Embracing the feeling of relief as my troubles fade away.
I watch as my destination draws closer.
There is no turning back,
The decision is made,
And that's the beauty of it.
No regrets.
This is the feeling I have waited for,
The feeling I've craved.

I close my eyes,
Thinking of all the things I'm leaving behind.
My problems.
My worries.
All that's left is that final impact as my body crashes into the ground.

The Cycle

I need someone to love,
Someone to hold.
I want someone to make me feel special.
All my friends have one.
I feel so lonely.

I meet you,
Lover number five.
You're so different from everyone else,
So much more special.
You treat me right.
I'm no longer lonely.

We kiss, We hug.
We hold each other through the night.
Conversation lacking.
But I love you.
And you love me too.
We tell each other all the time.
You make me feel safe.

Our love is passionate.
Our love is fast.
Our love is hot.
Our love is sweaty.
Our love is...
Sorry I came.

We talked.
We planned.
We fought.
We made up.
We talked again.
We planned some more.
We fought.
We made up.
I love you.
I love you so much.

We had a fight like any other before.
I don't understand.
Lovers always fight.
It's only normal.
Right?
Well it doesn't matter now.
They're gone.
I'm alone again.

I'm so alone.
I have no one.
I'm no longer happy.
Why must life be so hard?
Why is this world against me?
Why can't I just be happy?
I want to die.

I need someone to love,
Someone to hold.
I want someone to make me feel special.
All my friends have one.
I feel so lonely.

I meet you,
Lover number six.
You're so different from everyone else.
So much more special.
You treat me right.
I'm no longer lonely.