Untitled because I forget what I was referring to

So full then so empty.
Adrenaline carried me this far, only to have fear deflate me.
And what I think I know is not a truth at all.

Just a wreckless adventure
Nothing left now but a story
For you

But for me
Is it unrequited or unrealistic?
My own undoing, self-sabotage or sine qua non.