I once told you
how passionate I am
when it comes
to my one and only vice

With that, you retort
"Alcohol is never the answer"
and with that statement, I ceased
for in you, I believed

Before, only wine can make me high,
but our happy months came by,
surprised at how you made me high
With you, I reached the sky

A single drop, my lips didn't touch
but when you left
the only thing, it became
my lips ever reached

Now that I ponder on it
I should really cease
doing my newest habit:
thinking of you

Always there for me, you are
Giving counsel even from afar
Abandoned me, you never did
Truly, you are the friend I want to be with
Happiness and joy, you always bring
Ah, my friend, thank you for everything

Many problems, I faced and expressed
As to your counsel, I never did transgressed
Really surprised that you haven't left yet
I'm sorry for always bothering you
Everything, I'm sorry for what I do

Joking all the time, you always do
Oh, but dear, I know you're hurt inside too
Very impressed by your strength, I am
Establishing happiness in your life despite everything
Rest easy, I'll be here through thick and thin

Everything that you do
Sophisticated, very much like you
Queen of happiness and smiles
Unbent, unbroken, and fueled on for miles and miles
I know you are not problem-less though
Love, know from your side I would never go
Leaving is not in you nor me
Oh, for you, I will always be here.

Every single day, I think of you
Like a spore, latching to my shirt,
Are my thoughts of you, not escaping my mind.
Inevitable, as my brain describes when
Nothing is running in my head but you from
Evening skies through twilight blues.

Just like a river flowing endlessly away,
Over and under upon a rocky maze,
Your being continues to be engraved inside
Creating the perfect image of you and I.
Everlasting as the water's stride

Good memories to be remembered
As the best of friends
Likely to stay that way
Likely to be nothing but a friend to you
Or maybe even less

I say I'm okay
but I'm not
I'll have my good days
and I'll have my worst
but until the day
I go to bed without
a feeling of dread
or tears on the bed
pounding in my head
the inability to catch my breath
I'm not okay

I won't truly be okay
Until the day
I can say hello
without having to rehearse it
or wonder if I said it
too quiet
or too loud
if it even came out
and worrying if
the conversation will go past that

If the most I say
about how I'm feeling
is okay
and you had to ask in the first place
I'm probably not

If I'm more worried
if you're okay
than I'm probably not
because until I unlearn
how to pick everybody but myself up
I'm not

I say I'm okay
so you don't have to worry about me
but I'll still cling to all the care
and love you give to me
because I'm still unsure
if its all I get
so until the day
I don't feel the need
for reassurance that you care for me
I'm not okay

Until the day
I can no longer relate to this
I'm not okay
but I'm working on it

I am dying, a slow and painful death it feels as if life is testing me with every single breath.