No Amount of Wine

"You see," he said, "You're choosing to love a changing person."

maybe when i think about you i know exactly what i want.

maybe what i want is to fly. and

maybe when i fly the breeze brushes 

smooth, light, and cool on my skin. but

maybe when the breeze brushes smooth, light, and cool on my skin 

it burns, cold and hard in my eyes.

maybe i have no idea what i'm doing.

maybe i'm not perfect and neither is life. and yet

maybe, just maybe, every time i go to sleep, every time i wake, 

every time i walk to class...

maybe i know exactly what i want