I woke up and realized,
that I was more in love with falling in love,
than I was with being in love.
Addicted to the intensity of its warmth,
you know, that feeling that sets every fiber of your being on fire,
from heavy lips right before you kiss.
you know, that feeling that causes hairs to stand on end,
to feel living cells vibrate with anticipation,
with just one look.
I woke up and realized that I was more in love
with falling, than I was with being.
To me being in love meant that you
needed to give me reasons to keep falling,
so when love became routine, for lack of trying,
and when the well ran dry;
so did my love for everything that would have been.
- Try Harder | Withdrawal