Softly you touch Your mouth to mine, Lips brushing lips Tasting thrill mixed with wine. Tongues gently play... Move in close for this kiss. Years moved through time Brought us here to this bliss.
When you discard me, be sure to close the lid on the bin. Walk away. Don’t look back to reach in... I’ve already moved on. This side of the road, I’ve been discarded here before... I know my way home by heart. They call it muscle memory. And my heart always remembers. She never forgets.
I keep drinking like the answer is etched on the bottom of the empty bottle. Maybe I haven’t found the right bottle?
Anxiety. Feels like I could choke on it. It's playing on my mind, churning in my stomach, and grasping at my throat all at the same time.