Intoxication

Nothing clears the mind better than not being able to think logically.
Drink me up until I'm full, spill my heart over the ledge until I'm nothing.
Darling, what if I say I quit?
Will you love me still?
Or did you only love me because I had a tiara over my head?
What if I become nothing at all?
What if I'm just a whirlwind of broken emotions and scattered pieces?
Vodka, tequila, whiskey, blue, red, purple, nothing makes sense.
Inside my head, I'm nursing a crippling canvas and that's okay too.
Because, we're all scarred in some way.
I'm just better at smiling than others.