Fondness

You cross my mind in my less sober moments,

when my thoughts are drunk on you

and I wish I was more than just somebody you know

You cross my mind in my less sober moments,

when the confusion between ‘I’m ready to love again’ and ‘just walk away’ doesn’t hinder my desire

You cross my mind in my less sober moments,

when the idea of ‘living’ sounds better with you in it and I struggle to picture myself with anyone but you.

You cross my mind in my less sober moments,

when addiction forms and lust or love, force my infatuation infested crush to want to give you a chance.