Cold mess 2.0

This is repetition. But, this is also being drunk in you over and over again. This is also being high without the weed. 

What is it about you that makes me go weak in my knees?

What felt like a million years ago is now fresh as pasta made from scratch with a hint of neat vodka and on- the-rocks rum mixed together. 

I am reverbing a slow death with you, so, will you please come and move my ruffled hair from my face and maybe I might not stop you. 

Can you hold me in a way that I cannot go? And, maybe I will give in?

Can you crush me against you so that I can crumble into a million pieces for you? 

Can you stay in me forever to amplify these ripples in me?

OR 

Can you go away again ?

 

“I cannot stop thinking about you” sounds cliché but that is what my apple watch heart notifications say. 

Should we feed the f****** fire 

or douse it off before it explodes? 

I know the answer and it sucks because I am on a path to destroy myself with you, all over again. 

Did I become a cold mess version 2.0 already ?