Shake And Burn

You could call it love, this sick feeling in my stomach.
It's gut-wrentching, time-turning, and so painful I might throw up.
But can you see what you can't feel?
Do you realize you are the cause?
You are sicklysweet to me.
It's like being lost in a pool of sugar and having nothing but that to swallow down.
You rip me away from my right mind and force these thoughts.
On me like they are medicine and I am a stubborn 5 year old.
Who refuses to swallow them down.
I'll wear my favorite smile as you shoot your drug up my veins.
I want to wake up from this breathless daze.
Save me, please?