why does it seem like i can
never get enough of you?
drunken nights spent alone
waiting for your intoxicating
words to fill me up and give me
my fix.
grey walls know the secrets we
have (words that are never
said aloud)— they won't
spill these scecrets, i trust
them— and they keep my drunken
thoughts silenced.
am i grateful for silenced
thoughts and numbed feelings—
you can make me feel so
many things, yet nothing at
all— but i need your burning words
and hazy touches to make me feel
whole, even if i wont remember them
in the morning.
