Drink Me Until You’re Drunk On Me.

Am I attractive to you?

Or do you just like my sense of humor?

Is it my never-ending questions and curious mind?

Or how my legs look under the sun?

Whatever it may be

It's a trap.

A beautifully constructed and strategically made trap.

My large eyes tell you pretty white lies.

And my words touch you warmly inside.

Just like a shot of liquor.

A burning sensation at first that is quickly followed by waves of warmth

that spreads throughout your chest.

It's bittersweet.

Because you know it's bad for you but it makes you feel alive and less alone.

So you continue to drink it and wonder how.

How did one shot turn into four and then you find yourself waking up on the floor?

I guess that is why they say

Drink Responsibly.