how true

He thought he had everything under control.

On the surface, he kept everything in line.

Actually under those near perfect expression, everything is in a mess.

Endless thoughts flood his mind daily.

Never has he had anyone making him feel like this.

She's just a drug that he can't live without.

Constantly craving for more but he knows he can't have it.

His heart aches, the only cure is to sleep it away only to realize that it's another cycle when he wakes up the next day.

He has yet to realize that he was never in control, rather he was losing control.

thanks for the birthday wishes lovelies.