It was last week I finally found the word for you
It was Monday I realized it meant something
It was Wednesday I tried to take it in fully
And it was finally today,
On the loneliest of Saturdays,
That I realized what exactly it meant
And why it was for you.
I get so addicted
To the intoxication of things
Because in my head,
Being intoxicated and gone
Is better than sober and here.
But I found just today
That the intoxication I am really addicted to
Is not the alcohol I drink
But the love you give me,
And the way your eyes sparkle,
A deeper, lovelier blue than even the ocean,
And the way your eyes crinkle at the ends when you grin.
Oh, that grin.
I love that grin.
I love you.
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I wasnt planning on writing notes in this book but. Oh well.
All of the poems for this were meant to be planned out, but this one and Limited are improvised because of these strong feelings I'm having.
I hope you like them just as much.
YOU ARE READING
Deception
PoesíaA collection of poems I've written over a couple of years. Hoping to be published someday. Excerpt --------- When in reality I feel everything from the death that was not mine, to the cuts I did not make. ( "Machine" )
