I don’t remember what it’s like to be in love, my
heart doesn’t feel that anymore, my hands don’t crave a
person but a concept that it can’t grasp.
I don’t remember what it’s like to be in love but I remember
that it consumed me and I didn’t think that feeling would ever
leave, but now that spot is like a hole in my chest and nothing I
find can fix it.
I don’t remember what it’s like to be in love, where every
ounce of my capacity was someone else and every ounce of them was
me, love is over rated but it’s everything.
I don’t remember what it’s like to be in love, but vodka
warms me up more than another person could so now I’m back to
drinking to forget but this time it’s to forget how I can’t
feel instead of that I can.
I don’t remember what it’s like to love but I still crave it
so much and I daydream about how nice it would be if I could just
feel it.
