It’s late, and I’m still thinking about you.

​”I am addicted.
She is my bottle of vodka.
She is my cookie crumbs.
She is the eighth colour of my rainbow.
The colour that’s everywhere,
Except inside the rainbow.
She is my three A.M.
The three A.M. pain I write about,
And the three A.M. calls I don’t make.
She is my happy ever after.
The happy ever after in a fairytale,
In those tales for my three A.M. kid,
In those stories for my four A.M. demons,
In those lullabies for my five A.M. drowsy eyes.
She is my sushi.
She is my ‘one eyelash – one wish’.
She is my 11:11 ‘Wish, please come true’.
She is my cigarette.
Here’s the fucking problem.
I’m addicted.
And she’s my nicotine patch.”

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  1. This is unique. Never heard anyone compared to a wishing eyelash or sushi or a rainbow’s 8th color. Very clever and creative. Love this.

  2. This is really pretty. If you feel this way about someone I hope you tell them everyday. Without words or a loving embrace people won’t know.

    My first thought was this makes me think of the song by Sarah McLachlan called, Ice Cream. But then I got a line from a SHINee song in my head. It comes from Replay. The guy sings about his love and says something like, she doesn’t know it’s sincere because she’s never experienced sincere love. It’s not that people can’t change their views, but they need the good every day till that becomes the norm. If you want a love to believe you then you have to convince them.

      1. Too bad. I think that I would love to be the muse, and lover of such a talented man! Of course, I do have my husband making a home for us on the other side so I guess that I do have that love. Sometimes I forget, you know? You will find your someone. xo

  3. It draws me back to that insane feeling of yearning for somebody special. Great piece, I enjoyed it very much.
    And I had to read about the eighth colour of the rainbow, interesting stuff. :-)

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