A lovesick fool stayed home to drink his sorrows. They were ingested and digested and soaked back into him 10-fold. He told his love all the stupid things at exactly the worst time. He told her about his love for her, as he has over and over.
This fool had never felt love like this. He tried his whole adult life to do relationships right. Looking back, he was going through the motions. Love is more powerful than he’d ever imagined. He overflowed, frantically trying to contain and control his feelings. They seeped out constantly. This font of love was slowly killing him, even as it made him feel more alive than ever before. Hence his sorrow.
He could feel his love slipping away. Seeping through the cracks, it was impossible to reign in. He was unable to control his emotions, control his self. In confiding and venting to the person he cared most about, he knew he pushed her further and further away. His cravings grew stronger as he drank her in with every visit, every conversation. When she wasn’t around, he turned to bourbon.
The love and the bourbon swelled in his head, hurting. Aching. And so he struggled not to drown.
But drown he did.
Love Acadaemia 