You are my favorite wine.
I am your alcoholic.
You pour your life onto me
and I drink it until my vision is blurry.
I get buzzed off your smile.
Laughter ensues and I can’t tell
where I am but I’m glad that you’re here.
I’ll have another glass.
I get drunk off your personality.
My confidence rises up and I open
my hidden thoughts to you.
But I continue to drink.
I start to pass out on your memories.
Forgetting who I am I just want to be with you
I’ve lost my composure; I need to tell you.
One last cup.
I vomit out all my thoughts for you.
You understand me like no one else does.
I can’t tell you enough how elated I get just to hear from you.
Your voice reminds me that angels do exist.
God is real, the only evidence I need is seeing you.
I see something so real between us that I start to believe that I’m fake without you.
My mind tells me to chase after you even when I know you’re in the passenger seat of someone else’s car.
I’m too blind to my positivity that I can’t get myself to agree we’ll never be together.
I wished you upon a star and you came but you left just as quick as that star passed.
Opening up to you and telling you my hopes and dreams seems like the only thing I know how to do nowadays.
I wish you were mine.
I wake up, alone.
I see an empty bottle.
Without a trace of you,
I decide to stay sober.