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.