Fill up my bottle with all the prescriptions that I don’t need.
I’ll take all of it and anything.
As long as you want it too.
If we stayed for some more then maybe we’d fall in love. We’d pick up bouquets of flowers and matching dresses.
But time will run out and maybe so will our love, even with all these drugs that hide our emotions and tears.
Maybe then I’ll crawl into a corner and cry softly in my own incomplete arms, wishing they were yours.
I’ll write poems on postcards and get drunk on memories.
I’ll cut lines to remind me of how it felt before.
Or maybe
I’ll crave your name in a rock and toss it far into the sea and let it sink away into the dark along with every memory experienced
Every time our lips and souls touched
And it’ll all be reduced to empty stories of some magical moment that will be lost entirely in time.
As long as you want it too.
Tell me what you want and I’ll want it too.