Intoxicated while in your company

Together  unofficially

None extant chivalry

Fabricated comfort type of intervention

Cold hearted intentions

Exchanges of words rubs off phony

Nights with you I still feel like I’m lonely.

I missed that feeling when writing; that eagerness to spill your soul with no care on how its said. That’s what poetry means to me.

Drunk off of love when there’s nothing left but an empty bottle

Proceed regardless of the repercussions, even with all that follows

Hopelessly romantic, heart on my sleeve

Blur in my eyes, so everything seems to deceive

Hungover in an empty bed

Trying to erase these love thoughts in my head

Rehab much needed but I refuse

I’ll just sit hear and continue to abuse

Sadly, soberly I’ll be more confused

Drunken smile, giggle like a child

As in my mind it’s temporary morphine

Keeps me away from these hopeless fairy tale dreams

Constantly inebriated, just so I keep my heart intoxicate.