If You Were Beer

“If you were beer, I would drink you every fucking day.”

“If you were beer, I’d make you my dextrose and stick as many needles on my skin as I can.

If you were beer, I’d dive into you and swim in you for the rest of my life.

If you were beer, I’d replace my blood and have you coursing through my veins and arteries and never want to get sober again.

If you were beer, you’d be my water and I won’t have it any other way.”

“I would drink you. Every. Fucking. Day.”

“We can drink each other, if that’s the case. I’d drink you slow just to make sure that I won’t run out of you.”

“I’d drink you. All of you. Fast, then slow. Slow, then fast.”

“I’d drink you as if my life depended on it, which it does, or will be, if you were beer. But even if you’re not, my life will still depend on the things you do, and who you are.

If you were beer, I’d taste you even if I’m not thirsty. But I am thirsty for you, and so I will have to drink you, the beer to inebriate my heart and life.

I need you to be the beer in my life, if only you’d let me.

You’re the kind of beer that would give me a hangover to last a lifetime.

I swear I could go on and on..”

“I. Love. You.”