I poured myself into a glass
and waited to be consumed by you.
I mixed my interest  
into a cocktail
and waited for it to be taken,
I added in time
sprinkled in effort
and shook it until I blended into
a beautiful bright hue;
I waited to be consumed.

You picked up my cup
among the rest
and sipped me through the night.
we got tipsy off of our infatuation
but you were too afraid to commit
to the idea that we could become
drunk off of our mutual feelings.
instead, you set me back on top of the bar
picked up another drink
and left me half empty.

z.m.