I wish I had a way with words
Like you have a way with
Making me feel more than complete.
Over-capacitated
With emotion and thought.
But my words are just words
Average and insignificant
Bits and pieces of the alphabet
Put together
That sound so wondrous
When you string them together
And speak

I drink in hopes of stopping my thought process,
Or at least slowing it down.
In hopes of forgetting your name
In the abyss in which I drown.