the girl and her wines

You are lucky, i’m half a bottle of red wine in and alone on a Friday night, and I’ve just started reading some rupi kaur poetry and I feel like I could do that, here it goes

I thought you were love
I still think you are love
How will I meet your kind of love again

I dont want you
I want the way I felt for you
I want the way you felt for me
I didnt think I was worthy when I met you but I was drinking I wasn’t thinking

You saw the worst of me
And we revelled in it
She looks like overly obsessed girlfriend
He could be a psychopath
My parents tortured me for not measuring up
But you thought it was cute
Sometimes I think about how there was a wet patch
And I couldn’t give a shit
But what made me crazy was your kindness
I know I was suffocating in honey love I hadn’t seen the worst in you
But I was overly obsessed with you

I’ve tasted the rainbow
Not that great really
So short and fleeting
Noone misses the rainbow
The closest I’ve come
is the dude in France
Where we talked about our daughter
Not going to Greece
I never heard his name
But I guess we were magnetic and I was drinking, am I the real me when I am drinking

I don’t want the sun
I don’t want the moon
I have built myself a house
I can feed myself and I will never starve
People say I need to be ready
People say it happens when you least expect it
People say I need to go on 30 dates on average
When will I meet you again
You with a different face but feel the same
I torture myself for not measuring up
You texted me at 4am looking at the stars
Who the fuck can measure up?