With increasing speed
I continue to fall.
The love I so envied
Is making me crawl.
It's stopping the hurting,
It's healing the pain.
When everything else was failing,
You'd ease it like cocaine.
I began to have a hunger for it.
A need, a desirable thirst.
It's the greatest feeling I've ever known.
It's taken the power from my alienating curse.
It's making me normal.
It's making me sane.
It helps me watch my step.
It's helping me be happy again.
It's the first addiction I'm proud to have.
It's the only one I'll admit to.
For now it's all I want and it's all I need.
But I can't put my finger on what "it" is.