We were like alcoholics;
Only, we were drunk on the idea of each other.

We were the last to leave bars, stumbling home in the early hours of the morning to each others arms.

We spent all our money on endless bottles of kisses, and close misses to a love we deserved but we would never let ourselves become sober;
Instead we would just make plans for another trip to the store, attempting to buy ourselves more time.

Our wine glass hearts only reflected the cast of better days;
Where we could recall the way it should be to love someone, but we were not as strong as we thought we were, just drunk on the mentalities of others.

We hid liquor lies under our beds and always kept our feelings deep in our heads so that we wouldn’t say something we would regret in the morning.

We were addicted to each other.
Addicted in the worst way possible, and it took weeks for the alcohol to leave my veins.

Even now the echoes of those days still linger on my breath;
And everyone can still smell you on my lips.