You sound just like him
Thinking that your words
Hold as much gravity as
His.
Thinking that they slip out of your mouth and grab at my ankles, tugging me to the ground.
But the foundation you've created is made out of quicksand and all your words would pull me down to drown.
Sorrows drown as I down my fourth glass of stupidly red cherry liqueur.
It tastes like children's cough mixture.
A panacea just like you.
But i miss him. The one who gave me the wounds that you've taken the time to suture up.
His foundation was solid. His words were real and always brought me back to him. I'll never stop loving him. You're not ready for my love and he never stopped taking it from me.