As I sit here, I think of you
As I sit here, I empty a bottle into my stomach
The bottle is my only resort from loneliness and thoughts of you
Concentration is absent, because my mind is on you
Absence steals my concentration because I think of you
As the alcohol diffuses across my body and enters my blood stream,
I get weak, I think of you
Music fills the voids
And the words I put onto paper are all for you
As my cigarette slowly shortens,
I worry about you and I
I worry like the fire that burns and the smoke I inhale into my lungs
It will all extinguish, and I fear putting the cigarette into the ash tray,
A bitter end
I take comfort in knowing I can light another,
But I know, it soon will go out
And I’m scared
So I chain smoke
As I sip the glass becomes half empty,
Or is it half full?
Only you can tell me
As my head spins, the words before me blur
And this pen becomes heavy
As I walk, I stumble and I’m comfortable
Because I am so used to stumbling when I’m with you
I wish you were this paper,
Then my thoughts and feelings would fill you
I compare you to this beverage
Because, as with you I feel safe and happy when it’s near
And perfectly content when it consumes me
I wish you were this glass
Because I’d constantly be holding you
I wish your lips were this straw
Because mine would never leave
This warm fuzziness inside isn’t resultant from eighty proof
But one hundred percent you
When I fall asleep shaking, I dream of you
When I wake up a headache presents
Such that only subsides with more thoughts of you
All I can say is, I think of you
This point I attempt, is all about you
Now since this is done, I can read about you
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