It made her sick

Yes, it made her sick. Love can do that, you know…

It made her sick

It was so much more
than she experienced before
It was making her sick
But was she too dramatic?
She didn't know what was going on
What she did know: it felt like this marathon
and she was halfway
During the day
she had to drag herself to the finish line
The problem: ther was no sign
to mark the finish line
All she could do was to go forward
Yet, it felt like going backward
Inside her stomach there were no butterflies
Those were all just lies
Inventions of people wanting to be positive
It began to feel negative
It felt as if she carried a brick
inside her stomach and it made her sick

In her wildest fantasy
It was just ecstasy
Sadly,
it was just fantasy...