wine

Every time I call you mine,

your eyes begin to shine.

But never as bright as mine,

you drown your feelings

in a glass of wine.

Drowning in a glass of wine,

to begin with,

you were never mine.

Jumping off a cliff

I see it shine,

the love you give.

I was never fine

and a will to live

stood behind in line.‎

You scream: “Forgive”.

But I stand in line

not wanting to live.

I cry to feel fine.

With the hate you give,

it is hard to shine.

You pushed me off a cliff.

Saying: “You’re only mine”

and to end things with

our love never resembled a glass of wine.