Loving you is like going on vacation without any money. Away from all the tourist attractions. The best views all in walking distance. The places no-one likes to go alone. My heart no longer my own. Following where ever you go. With legs of its own. It runs like a teenager, Street after street . Making faces, having fun. Your voice a constant favorite heard on station after station. My heart jerking in place, smiling. Dancing to the sound. Loving you is like going somewhere new. Welcomed by friendly faces. Shown the sights left off travel brochures, travel channels. Loving you is a constant happy hour. Strawberry & Mango margaritas on the house. Loving you, being my favorite part
Sometimes after I've Had a drink or two, Or a few more, I convince myself that I can Find what I want In the superficial distractions, Building my ego in faked conversations, Pretending to be the careless girl I've never really been able to be, But pass me one more beer So I can text every other Y-chromosome in my phone And pretend the meaningless Exchange of dialogue Even minimally replaces the gross Urge I repress To send you the stifled sonnets That lay dormant at the pit of My suppression.