Drowning myself in liquored down consciousness
So maybe I’d have the confidence
To tell you that you’re on my mind
And not the usual “thinking of you”
But the ******* reality
That you’re my sunshine
And my moon,
That you breathe life into me
That you can take away, too.

Smoking these packs a day,
So maybe the smoke can suffocate these
Empty feelings of loneliness and stress
And ash the late night heart broken regret.

Hitting bowls to fill these holes
Of where your hands have burned in me
Where I crave one last singe of heat
From the top of your pink lips
To your hands on my hips,
Though I know it’ll never be enough.

Swallowing multicolored pills
To stop these freezing chills
That frost through my nerves
Whenever I remember that night
You traced your hands along the silhouette
of my curves
Or
When you’re perfect fingers
Would push my hair from in front
of my face to aside
With such warming grace
Just to tell me to show my
Beautiful eyes

~

Who knew that one voice,
could launch one thousand heartbeats