you're my 3am thoughts.
getting drunk instead of loving you, because hangovers hurt less than heartaches.
wondering,
am I
drunk on you?
or your words?
I'm hating every inch between us.
I try to forget you,
I can't.
I knew loving you would hurt.
it's the uncertainty that kills me,
did you fix me,
just to break me?
"Jesus Christ,
kiss me already"
you tasted like alcohol
and mistakes.
but I'd anger angels for you.
unhappy with you,
miserable without you.
nothing scares me like lonely thoughts,
but you never really left my mind.
and my love will never die,
*my dear.