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I Want To Say No, But It's The Wine Talking Tonight

I told myself I wouldn’t let you get to me, I would be stronger.

Well, I think we both know that’s easier said than done.

It took only one glass for me to start thinking about you. It’s been a while, and part of me starts missing you.

Somehow, I end up at the bar where you spend every Friday night.

The second glass sits in front of me, empty, and already I have enough courage to look your way and smile.

I know that it will only be a matter of time until you make your way over to me.

I sip on glass number three while you talk to me about life, failing at my attempts to not get lost in your eyes.

I’m mesmerized, but not surprised. You get the best of me every time. 

You ask me if I love you, and I want to say no, but we both know that the truth comes out after the fourth glass.

We’ve been here many times, and tomorrow I’ll tell myself that was the last time. That’s how it always goes.

I know I shouldn’t be here, and should have fought harder against the thoughts of missing you that crept in.

I know I won’t be over you as long as I keep running back to you – and you know it, too.

You know that you’re my weakness, an addiction. No matter how bad you are for me, I can’t let go.

I want to say no, I really do. I want to say no but the wine takes away any sense that my mind might be making.

I want to say no, but that can wait for another time. I want to say no, but it’s the wine talking tonight.

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