But its a cancer every time I’m around her

So I’m numbing the pain for the feel

Unsure if it’s real or if not normal

Losing myself questioning my questions

Were the argument and struggles worth the trouble?

But I’ve learn not to chase it, living young drinking among

Those who have ever taste it, as were only getting wasted

 Traveling through the mind

To a place that reconnects us with our feelings

 We left behind; so is it red or is it white?

To heal what was once mine, as it sits an extra glass to define you

With wanting to argue than be without,

As the bottle fades out….