What the hell is happening?
Why am I running through my cupboard,
Like an unleashed madman?
Why does my face resemble my blood?
Why is my stomach jumping about in circles?
These million butterflies are dancing as I look into the mirror
I find his hands everywhere on my skin
His lips everywhere on my face...
His tongue.... Shut up!!!
Why won't I shut up? Why can't I stop giggling?
He's away at his house, stacked behind his files
And I'm here checking if his hickey is still there..

And I'm going over to his house,
To go under his mouth
And forget the hands that held me today
And the lips that touched me today..
And the threats that hurt me today...
And just remember him
And be with him...

Why is this smile curving ever upwards?
Why am I not in control anymore?
Am I that far fallen?
Am I ?

What the hell is happening?

-  Alexis Vane