When I’ve had a few in me

You always seem to 

Pop up

Mister. 

Maybe that makes me a narcissist

God I love how in love with you I am

How every little thing is

Monumental

Not anyone can say they feel like that now

I love the space you take up

The time

You know, it’s all relative anyway

Time I disappear into a memory of you. 

I mean, I love how crazy I get

What else gives you value

But me?