take your cake

It's been a pretty good run, I'd say.  I've been level-headed and exceeding expectations.  I've got a bright future that I'm grateful to have and hone.  I haven't been too stressed out because, well, there's a level of cockiness that hasn't faded, that I'm riding 'til the end.  I'm doing alright.  The energy is positive.

Still, my heart does tricks on my brain, or the other way around sometimes.  The patterns are all the same, but the reactions are different, which I guess could be a sign for growth.  I lose my focus and I trip and fall- sometimes try to save myself- but the truth is, I was the one who set myself up for perpetual downfall, because feeling this good just feels so damn GOOD.

Perhaps it's just another form of addiction.  Do all people feel this good when they feel good?  Why is it so addicting? And do I even want it? For real?  Or is it just a nice thing to have something sweet when you wanna indulge once in a while?  Will anything really ever compare to real love?