"I'm on top of everything, the little king of anything, got a place of mine that's all my own. Well I'm inside of me again a small world all the same, and I'm alone and I'm alone and I'm alone...." -Counting Crows Round Here(Live)
I slip my lips around the frosty rim of my glass,
inhaling the fiery scent of whiskey. It moves thick
and slow down my nostrils and throat to my lungs,
that tighten, ever so slightly, with its delicate burn.
And as I ingest a frozen fire concentration of liquid
reverie, I think back to when you first told me that
you loved me. All those years ago. Both of us broken
beyond repair in a way. Both of us begging God for
something or someone to love.
I can't count the minutes, weeks, years that I prayed
for that one person, who would complete me. Then, suddenly,
as if he had finally heard me, or finally gotten around to it,
there you were. So much like myself - jaded, angry, bitter and lonely.
You were perfect in every way.
I grew to adore the little things about you.
Like the way you laugh with your entire body,
and the way you twist everything in your sick mind,
just like me, to the most disgusting
degree possible..& the way you let me win
most every conversation possible. :)
How you became so blissfully perfect, I
will never know. But you are. I feel as
though I finally have gotten things right.
I have finally found the one for me. I could
not be happier. I love you.