There is no more alcohol for me to consume. Lonesome daggers swallowing your rules. The moon is shallow, brightest blood displayed over the surface of once lost love. I liked you a lot. Doing everything I could to steer your gaze from the animals, towards me, for just the briefest of time. I like you a lot. Misery is my company when your attention is elsewhere. I’ve known you for the shortest of time, what happened to the guy I first held a conversation with? Always been fascinated to the idea of love being eternal and astonishing. But all I see is how you’re leaving, moving away from me.
I could love you a lot, if you only looked at me and held me.