Understanding you

is a thought I try not to have.

You are like alcohol.

I do not want you often, but when I do, I realize I want you more than I know, and I hold that thirst back.

Like Dunn says,

"If you were whiskey, I would be a **** drunk."

And a **** drunk I would be because you are the one whiskey,

wine,

cocktail,

shot, drink I cannot

reach on the shelf even when

I stretch my arms,

limits, and

beliefs to reach.

You are some kind of mindfuck.

Who am I kidding?

I am

a ****

drunk .