Wine and Heartaches

Dax K. Sterling
Aug 24, 2017 · 1 min read

Read this while listening to Hurricane.

I’m wasted. Drank more wine than I could handle. I can’t stop thinking about her, she has clouded my thoughts in ways no one ever could do. I think of her smile and my heart jumps, her kiss and I can’t seem to breathe anymore. I think of her with someone else and it makes me wanna die. She’s a hurricane, she came into my life and just messed everything around it to “play”. She is a hurricane indeed, ’cause she doesn’t talk like she’s gonna stay here, she’s the kind of girl that comes, makes you love her, to just go away and leave you missing her like hell.

One sip, the way she smiles while dancing close to me to tease comes into my mind. Two sips, her lips melting into mine while she pulls me close has taken over me. I take the whole bottle of wine and drink it, she has me at her hand. I breathe and alcohol has me crazy, I wanna feel her, but still, she’s not here. She’s somewhere else with someone else. So, there’s nothing I can do but to get another bottle of wine and hope that drinking that much alcohol will make me forget her quickly… Or just make the anxiety go away.

Why do you make me feel like all the stars are shining for me and then light them off?

Dax K. Sterling

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Just a boy doing his best.

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