loving her was like climbing a mountain of glass with two broken arms

swimming through pirahna infested waters with open bleeding wounds

walking barefoot across a desert of salt with the skin flayed from the soles of my feet

yet effortless

like wrestling a rabid badger while being mauled by a bear on cocaine

tumbling down a muddy slope with razor wire barricades and sharpened bamboo stakes

it was dying of dehydration will laying in a boat drifting alone on the windless ocean

yet i miss her still

i read there are never any wasted moments when in love

each second spent in pursuit of something greater

sometimes love is like a two way mirror, just because you see someone maybe all they see is themselves

like running on a treadmill, you are moving full speed but never going any where at all

an addiction of a different chemical nature, just as debilitating and likely to kill