Slowly Becoming A Shell Of My Former Self

We only speak to each other
In forced small talk
Fluttering glances
Between familiar sips
Of vodka and whiskey
Choking on cigarette smoke

But all I can think about
Is how much I want to let you
Weigh me down
As if your magnetic laughter
And alluring green eyes
Don’t chain my feet to the floor already

My adoration for you is endless
And for the life of me
I cannot fathom how I’m going to continue
With only the colorful memory of us
And this raw, hollow feeling
Ripping my soul apart