Fixing.

I'm probably lonely and you're just horny.
Either way, it works out fine for both of us.
Every other weekend I have someone to look forward to.
Something about you..I can't figure it out yet.
For a long long time I believed it was the alcohol, but now I know it isn't.
It might be your fancy car or your credit card..but I have a feeling its you.
YOU..yes,you.
I like how you talk.Or rant.Or just speak..
Even when you don't speak.
I like the rare silence between all the gibberish.
The fake accent.The fact that you're such a manwhore.I like your fat nose and your stupid piercing.
How I want you when I'm drunk.Nobody else but you.
How I search for you.
In my drunken stupor you become babe.
And babe is pretty darn special.
"The problem is,you're too damn easy babe"
I like your hands. I like how you sometimes, in your drunk state actually want to hold me.It makes me feel safe.I'm at peace.Drunk, but that's exactly how I want to be.
I like how you dance. Ok I don't. You have two left feet.I like your awkward penguin dance.Your obsession with chai fascinates me.
I want to know more.I want to know everything.Every tiny detail.

You look like a great kisser. You probably have no idea how badly I want to kiss you.
But that would ruin everything wouldn't it ?


I know why I like you.
Its the brave face that you put on. I love how shattered you are on the inside,so messed up.Its complete chaos beneath that surface.
There's some scope for major fixing and that's exactly where I'd like to step in.