You, My love are like ethanol,
cool on the skin
but burning when coursing through my body.
The warmth radiates from my insides from
how you touched my soul with love.
You’re the voice that I hear,
the fantasies that intoxicates me.
Hallucinations of all we will ever be.
I’m not drunk from your love
but the hurt that broke me.
Poison my body, staying weak so
I will not think of you.
So that my clearest days are that much
close to just a drink of the devil.
Here I am holding a bottle of vodka.
An arm reach away from the sky,
thinking of all we could be
when my soul has left my body,
cold, like ethanol on skin.