This is it.

Something taken hold of me,
I begin to speak my mind as I'm running,
As I hide from this.

Although I feel I've lost control,
Been taken over by substances, stirring.
I can feel the truth.

There's a burning inside,
It seems unnatural, like a spell, consuming,
It's a pressure on my chest.

This is not what's real,
I've been told of love, how it feels, moving,
In a circle to have it, yours.

Doubt surrounds me, only now.
Perhaps, maybe, disillusioned of everything,
Before. This is it.

No-one has had me,
Like you did tonight, utterly, completely.
Given myself to you.

Euphoria, pleasure of discomfort,
It felt so right, comfortably entwined.
To be with you, move with you.