Neal
I've been an alcoholic for two years now. Because the very thought of you makes me intoxicated and I've downed a bottle of dreams about us with every meal. And each sip makes me regret the last but the sensation of the taste and the possible future with you makes me buy another. Until I'm a frequent customer and my friends leave their shrinks' cards at my door but I step on them every morning I leave to buy another chance with you. Cashiers and strangers look at me like I have a problem as I walk down the boulevard with my bottle in a bag. I don't understand what's wrong. Isn't this love? I accept all the flaws and the bittersweet taste. Isn't this alright? I'm happy and I love it so aren't I right to feel it? Sure, there's pain but I flush it down the drain and then everything's alright again. Intoxication -- wait, I mean love -- has never felt so good.
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How I Love You
Poetry". . . . Then must you speak / Of one that lov'd not wisely but too well; / Of one not easily jealous, but being wrought, / Perplex'd in the extreme. . . ." -Act 5, Scene 2 of Othello by W. Shakespeare A collection of poems to the boys and men I hav...
