I'm breathing in your booze.
"He's too good for me. He deserves better. But he's all I want and I'm selfish so I keep him and call him mine."
I'm coughing out your truths.
"There are so many reasons you deserve someone like him. You're a good person."
I'm drinking to my lies.
"I'm not a good person. I have a good imagination. You're all a creation of my own device. You think I'm a good person because that's what I want you to think."
I'm holding onto the words you say.
"Your only only problem, and our only bridge, is your battle with self-loathing. You're not a bad person, you just think you are."
I'm kissing my desires.
"He's what I think of in the morning, what I long for at night. He's what makes me excited to wake up tomorrow."
I'm deciphering this foreign feeling.
Yours until the pigs fly,
Alessondra Marie
