wine coolers intoxicate me
more than any of your words
ever did.
the dull thumping of
my heart makes me question if
it's even beating
or if it's my imagination.
music gets faster
unlike my heart when
i look at you.
my math mark is higher
than you ever made me feel.
a puff of weed affects me more
that your silver-tongued words
ever could.
i crave a lustful evening
more than an evening with you.
you see,
i'd rather jump off of
the empire state building
than ever have to see you again.
YOU ARE READING
poetry
Poesíapoetry is when an emotion has found its thought, and the thought has found words -robert frost. all poems are mine unless stated otherwise. just thought i'd give someone a taste of my mind. #4 in ode
