I don't know which part of you is bad Or which part is good. You are like poison at times, Yet my favorite old port wine. You make me drunk in your words And I get lost in the memories that exist in my mind. Somewhere in the breeze, I feel like the drunkenness I feel for you is like a death trail So reckless and chaotic, I can't breathe because You kiss me with your sweetness Just to suffocate me with your taste of love. Just existing to love, But still can't feel like it's for love. ~Celestial