Drunk off your love

Can I get a refill of your love, love?

I think I’m addicted to you,

like an addict to his whiskey.

I don’t think I’d be able to go another day without it.

The taste of you, that is...

The addiction's so strong that no matter how many times I try to brush away my feelings for you,

floss the memories that are stubbornly engrained between my thoughts,

or rinse out the pain filled bacteria that comes with loving you,

the taste of you still lingers in my mouth.

And then I’m back to wanting you all over again.

Yes, all those other boys were my cup of tea

but I prefer something a little stronger now.

And I know it’s dangerous to become so fixated on something

so temporary,

so fleeting,

to love someone with a future filled with so much uncertainty

but I just can’t help myself.

It's become an addiction.

You, my addiction.

And my sober mind knows that the high of you can only last for so long

before the sadness leaves my body feeling nauseous

but those drunken nights

are worth every morning hangover.

And this may be the alcohol kicking in but I’m still craving you...

for one last taste,

for one last warm embrace.

So on nights where I feel alone

let me get drunk off you, love.

One last time.

And you can get drunk off my love too.