The alcohol I have intoxicated myself with is now running
through my veins, I feel warm.  
That night was the first time my eyes had ever set
themselves on someone quite so beautiful. like a poor man
with food. I was poor on love and you were my weakness. 
I wanted you intertwined with my body like ivy intertwines
itself on old brickwork of a shakespearean house. 
I wanted your lips planted on mine so I could embrace your
beauty like a bee embraces a sunflowers pollen. 
I wanted you inside me in the least dirty way possible (I'm
joking I mean it in the most dirty way you can think of)
But most of all I wanted was for you to love me, however
intoxicated I was I knew you were the one but little did you
understand the feelings I had felt towards you; you brushed
me away so fast I couldn't even feel thing thing i adored
the most, the feeling of heat coming off your body. 
I wanted you, no fuck that, I needed you and you turned your
back on me I want you and I want you and I want you and I
want you. 
BUT NO you fucked me over and now I have no feelings left,
my emotions have gone and I don't think I can love anyone
quite as much as I fell in love for those few hours that
night.