you manage to do enough.
you always know how to make me swallow my words in one go.
you're the only thing I've ever found comfort in.
if my liver were to ever betray me, I pray that it only remembers the sensation of you filling it.
I'm appreciative of how my hand falls perfectly onto your waist.
one on one, two and through, I don't think we'll ever be done with each other.
when I'm at my lows you can always remind me that I could be worse.
let me drink until I drown my doubts in the comfort of impaired senses. a sacred place buried deep at the bottom of the bottle. a haven where my demons can't reach me.
drink. drink until I can recall what it feels like to have an idea of what it is to be happy.