Poetry

Intoxicated

Drunk on love,
Drunk on life
Denying it all right in front of your face
When behind your back I'm craving for you.

I take sips of memories of the times we spend together
At night thinking this is stupid
Missing your face, missing your personality
Missing love.

So I drink away my sorrows
Of tears that fall and create a cocktail
A broken cocktail with something missing.
Your Love.