We know its not love but we don’t know what love is so we pretend just for the night. We surround ourselves with nothing else but each other. The lights are off just like our feelings and the space around us is emptier than our hearts.
This isn’t love but we don’t care we pretend because we don’t know anything else. Just for the night we focus on each other while surrounded by the empty bottles that made us this way. We find ourselves intertwined with each other so we just pretend.
When I wake up I know the feeling will be gone and so will you. Loving will turn into heartache and I’ll still be mesmerized by the smell of your Burberry cologne that you wore so well that night. But I don’t care because even if the sensation leaves me when I wake up I know what it felt like even if it was only for the night.