drunk in love

“And if I’m gonna be drunk Might as well be drunk in love”

When you came into my life, you became the true intoxicant.

I used to be like a vessel filled with alcohol, drifting through an endless cycle of temporary highs and fleeting escapes.

‎But you arrived — something far richer than any drink could offer.

I’m addicted, not to alcohol anymore, but to you. A fraction of your love would send me into pure euphoria, and maybe that’s why I also avoid you at all costs. But it hurts — it hurts good.

I’d rather be drunk in love. I’d rather be drunk in you, drown in your platonic love, get dizzy from how you confuse my mind. You’re stronger than any substance combined, and this is the first time I’ve truly loved a substance. No regrets, no anger. And in this intoxication, I find my clarity. Because in losing myself in you, I’ve discovered the truest form of myself — vulnerable, raw, and infinitely alive. Maybe this is what love is: surrendering control, risking everything. And I wouldn’t want it any other way.

‎Let me be drunk in love with you. You have intoxicated me.

Inspired by the song of Taylor Swift “Slut!”