I’m afraid to give my words to you

I’m afraid of how they will taste in your mouth

Will you get drunk on them?

Or will you throw them up?

I hope you get so drunk

Ever single letter will become 

your most prized possessions

I hope the pages and pages

I have wrote you 

Are stained with tears

And I hope each page 

Is bent and crinkled

from being turned so many times

I hope the morning after

you wake up hungover 

you call just to say 

You love every word 

I have ever wrote you