At times like this you scare me the most,
At times like this is when I seriously take into consideration the whole cup full, being half full theory.
At what point do I open the refrigerator,
At what point do I let the cup tilt over.
Yearning to sip every drip.
Every part of you that swirls around my taste buds.
Becoming less of me and more of you.
The sweet disaster of drinking out of an heart shaped straw.
Watching every moment pass through air bubbles of the straw, every bend. Every curve.
Dreading to hear the sound that echos all gone.
Realizing that at any point this could be the pivotal end of how we came to be.
With you there is no refill,
There is no running back to the store in manic rush.
No other brand of pop to replace that one perfect moment we met.
I'd rather drink you now rather than spend life wondering why the **** didn't I finish that drink