Fire and Vodka

My fire.

My vodka. 

 

The fire. The temptation. The danger. The amazingness. The colors.

The vodka. The burning. The relief. The head spinning. The happiness. The giggles. 

 

The girl I love is more important 

Can't stop 

You've been stuck in my head. 

The conversations on repeat.

I can't stop thinking of everything you've said.

I can't stop thinking of all those moments I just looked away 

I can't stop thinking of all the times it went wrong 

But then again I can't stop thinking about that day 

Can't stop 

 

I would. 

I would run to you thourgh the pouring rain without a second thought 

I would erase every scar; letting the memories fade away 

I would swim thorugh the deepest ocean 

I would face the most fearsome clown 

I would give you beating heart if that's what it took

I would. 

 

I may be crazy 

I may just be a less then the best 

I may not have the smallest waist 

I may have the issues

I may have the anger

I may have every thing bottled up tight 

But, I have a heart... And its fallen in love with you. 

I may be crazy 

 

You are my vodka. 

She is my fire.

 

Two things by themselves become every wonder in the world.

But, put them together and you have the next natural disater. 

 

Her heart 

Your heart

 

Take some fire and pour in the vodka.

 

**P.S In all reality, I really have no idea why I wrote this. I just started writing. There is so much that needs to be said and so little all at the same time. 

P.S.S None of this makes no since at all.**

 

And in the end we always count our loses and never the gains

 

 

Last Words: 

"I am so serious. It pisses me off royally. Your not the one who has to stay up with her when she cant sleep.

Or when she turns to the guys around her to feel something.

OR when she gets the urges to cut and drink and smoke.

Not you.

Just stop."

 

 

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