falling fast

Love always had a way of driving her to insanity.
She gave herself up to it, let it devour her entirely. To love
is to die,
she said to love is to be stripped and
naked and vulnerable and
nothing.

Fear had her in a choke-hold,
a cold embrace she had come to know well.
It whispered in her ear whenever she felt safe,
don’t be too sure.

She always made mistakes.

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