Love Drunk

Hi my name’s Danielle

And I’m addicted to love

Not just any love, but loving you

Loving you so much that it hurts

I’m still hung over from last night

Inebriated by the smell of your cologne

That manages to linger on my pillow

And damn, I should have burnt it but

Even after acceptance sobers my reality

Heartbreak still has me drunk

Taking shots to the head

No chaser

As if anything could dilute the sting of the truth

And being hurt is nothing new

So why am I a lightweight when it came to you?

Because life was a party when it came to you

Now your banishment has left me with a habit

And no clue to of how to recover

From the routine of being next to you

I need rehab

How is the single life suppose to be a rehab

When I can’t help but to relapse

Quickly losing my firm grasp of what love is

Suppose to be

Remedy

Therapy

Instead I’m 10 shots deep

This heart of mine is pretty damn close to

Suffering from a love-aholic’s poisoning

And all I want to do is sleep on any possibility

That there is anyone even out there for me

I can’t take another day of being this

Intangible day dream

This convenience coupon whose points never get

Redeemed

Its incomprehensible to only have wanted

The surprise of unexpected flowers but instead

Get handed a tower of tissues

Realizing that

The bitch in me was overpowered by the revelation

 That you misused me

And this current state of intoxication does nothing

To shake the fact from my memory.

Something about being this beside myself

Makes life so angry

Damn

I miss the days when I wasn’t clenching

To the wine glass of your memory

Our happiness was my sobriety

Where mental numbness

Wasn’t needed to put me to sleep

I’ve got that lover’s itch

Your visual enigma has me addicted

And I don’t want to go another 24 hours

Without experiencing the sweet taste

Of those lips

The withdrawals are too intense

I mean,

Do they even have centers for recovering lovers?

Cause I need a 12 step program or something

To get me over this hump,

Get me out of this slump

The days are taking forever to pass by

Hurt is losing its ability to quench my thirst

And the farther I become immersed to

Keep these emotions numb

The harder it is to reverse the permanent effects

Please, if only I could

Intersect,

Disconnect

Redirect myself to the path of

Positive recuperation

I could be…. Clean