Take a look at the ones who loved you when you felt fucked in the head and you couldn’t stay sober to save your life. Stick close with those who loved you before and loved you more when you were crazy.
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Alcohol Inside My Rib Cage
You wrapped your vines of good intentions around my spinal cord. But now you have fastened your self to me and I am paralyzed by your closeness. You tried to cultivate me and you grew fruit inside my heart.
But now it has grown heavy as a result. I can feel your love fermenting inside my rib cage. Becoming effervescent turning my head cloudy and making me sway like I am drunk every time we talk.
We met in the warm silhouetted summer by the last rays of sunlight. The ocean was crashing hard against the rocks. I will not deny that your hands felt like fiery blaze against the landscape of my skin the first night I slept with you.
And I do believe that there was a certain significance in that sunset. Maybe the waves just rolled in too fast or too loud. But sunsets turn to blackness no matter how full of life they seem and fires, though they seem powerful are often just as fragile as us.
Someday it will make sense
Someday what will make sense?