My heart races,
beating a warning
my brain is to dumb
to comprehend,
when has falling
ever been good!?
All the things
I thought I loved
turn slowly into
all the things
I hate.
Those big blue eyes
burn ice cold.
That witty tongue
bites through gold.
The heat of the moment
has become a heated moment
and finally love boils over
into hate.
Autumn Siders 