I Think of you

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is the outcome of a combination of the following: Alone, drunk in a hotel room, and thinking your in love.

Submitted: December 11, 2006

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Submitted: December 11, 2006




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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