I was scared
for you, from you.
Your carefree soul ruined me,
in every possible way
and yet I cannot complain.
You showed me colours;
something I could never imagine
without you.
I was drowing in your rainbow,
dancing through the rain
so unfazed by the thunderstorm,
hidden behind the facade.
All the piled up lies
only made me euphoric.
How could I deny this feeling?
How could I not get intoxicated
in your illusive aura?
YOU ARE READING
MALADAPTIVE ✓
PoetryMALADAPTIVE /ˌmaləˈdaptɪv/ not adjusting adequately or appropriately to the environment or situation.
