Tipped

I pour as easily as a second glass of wine, I like to think I'm just as bittersweet too. I leave notes of passion that often evolve into a song of "its not you, it's me." I hurl myself into the worst "what if's", tormenting myself for absolutely no reason whatsoever. I project a sense of love that you will want to bask in, forever. I will let you. I strive to make you smile, and often let your smile become more important than my own. I have trouble with letting people and feelings in too quickly and- I love you. I wish for nothing more, than the same wild, crazy, thing in return.