9:44 PM

I put you under fire,

But my plan was a backfire.

Instead of firing back,

I watched you turn you back

On me,

On everything we could be.


Swallow my words,

Nod my head,

For these words can’t be said.

Follow the rules,

To meet up to expectations,

But in the end, we are just fools.

Believing that we are imprisoned,

Allowing others to restrict us,

This isn’t the life we envisioned.

“What is really stopping me?”

There are no shackles,

Physically I am free.

Then the answer becomes clear,

I am held captive by my mind,

And my mind is controlled by fear.

A Feeling of Drunkenness

I have never been drunk from an alcoholic beverage,

I suppose that gives you some type of leverage.

When I see you, a feeling of drunkenness begins to strike

Me. This is the type of intoxication that I like.

I feel it now, my words begin to slur,

Everything around us becomes a mere blur.

I hear the sound of clashing wine cups in

My head. Sobriety is quickly exiting my skin.

I drink your words, your scent, your existence, until the very last

Drop. I remember the empty glass

Of my heart, only filled by the sweet wine

Composed of your eyes, lips, and hands meeting mine.

To you I toast and drink,

By you, I am drunk. I clink

My glass with that belonging to you,

Secretly hoping that I will intoxicate you too.