it's 3am
and shots of cheap tequila
are running through
my veins
maybe after
one more drink
at least for tonight
I'll forget
your name

I think what hurts me the most
is knowing that even after all this time
you still won't choose me first

I've written myself into knots I cannot undo
and late nights have turned into mornings.
Tear stains mark many of my pages,
and my fingers have cramped from use.
I've run out of metaphors and clever rhymes,
synonyms, and similes,
because no matter how I start these lines,
I always end with you and me.

somehow I found myself underneath the mistletoe;
with the taste of wine lingering on my lips,
wishing that it was you here in front of me,
instead of all of these gifts ,
and if only for just a moment,
temporarily mine
to kiss.

I've over and under thought this
reevaluated the situation more times than I can count
I've been back, forth and on the fence a few times
and tried to drink you away until the liquor ran out

it could end in a lovely mess or messy love,
and truth be told I'm not sure which is better.
Scared of what may come, we try to stay far away from each other
yet for some reason we can't help but keep falling together

you were never mine to cry over;
but here I am with tears in my eyes,
because even though I said that you weren't what I wanted,
you're still the only one on my mind