Yes, I think I am drunk metaphorically
Because if I said, I am drunk of you
I would sound normal.

But what the mind is trying to communicate,
Is something deeper and insanely special.
I am more than drunk of you.

How do I know this? I know because
At that particular moment when I miss you
And I need you, and cannot reach you, I get weak.

I get weak to the exact description of the word
I feel almost like dizziness and afraid
I feel powerless.

To me I am in an alien world
Which you have shown my soul,
I can’t understand these weak moments.

I feel it, when I miss you, and sometimes I miss you a lot,
I need you to tell me how you are, I need to know it.
I have lived knowing and believing that I am living a life,
When you came along, you blew me apart exposing my fault lines,
Now, I know you are the secret ingredient to the best of me.

The weakness I feel, I came to learn, its panic weakness.
I am afraid to watch you get uninterested, because I have not expressly
Given you a gentleman reason as to why you should hang around.

What I have is a drunk soul, what I feel around you is a stammered, I.M.I.S.S.Y.O.U
As I wait for it to grow, I can’t have the courage not to get Panic weakness.
It’s the only silent message, my soul can send to you Ameerah.