Being in love feels a lot like being drunk. Everything feels okay and there's nothing to worry about in the moment. It seems as though anything can make you smile or laugh even if there's no reason for it. You sleep easier feeling the way you do. Sometimes you'll wake up with a pounding headache and a stomach full of flutters. Other times you'll drink so much you can't even remember your name. God, it's such a great feeling. Being sober on the other hand, isn't as great of a feeling just like not being in love isn't always such a great feeling either. Maybe once I sobered up, I realized I really wasn't in love with you. I was in love with the feelings you gave me.

B.S.

Decency is very  immaculate.
Yet these women lack it.
Showing so much skin that the men can probably taste it.
These men  insinuate women into *** objects.
But pushing them
to become a despised icon.
Now a days reputation seems to be the stereo type.
Males are pigs waiting to be slaughtered.
Girls will rant consistently about how they use and manipulate them.
Yet you live up to being a back porch baby,
as well show off those curves anonymously for lustful eyes.
False alarms wont save them. Cause they burn their own bridges.
Yet others wear  their pride
and keep what most are not aware of, which is class.
Women who stay loyal to the core and Share their soul with nothing but a Heart full of
ravishing intentions are indeed very rare.
Beauty that would petrify you were you are standing.
A delightful dream
that you're scared you will wake up and suffer society's standards of a female.
The lesson of this is nice guys finish last.
My amazing charm and mentality of a gentlemen is ignorantly ignored.
Nothing but remorse can be felt with this situation with them.
Sorry that they will never feel the vibrations
of the overrated word named "love".
Things that would make Hester Prynne disgusted.
But in all words,
my sail with no compass will not be over.
The storms might get heavy periodically, but then the waves will sail properly in my favor.
My search will be fulfilled
So on this long sail I'll never acknowledge these indescent
sirens.
So when they pass  "X" will mark the spot.