Intoxicated with love and alcohol

The alcohol I have intoxicated myself with is now running through my veins, I feel warm.   That night was the first time my eyes had ever set themselves on someone quite so beautiful. like a poor man with food. I was poor on love and you were my weakness. I wanted you intertwined with my body like ivy intertwines itself on old brickwork of a shakespearean house.  I wanted your lips planted on mine so I could embrace your beauty like a bee embraces a sunflowers pollen.  I wanted you inside me in the least dirty way possible (I'm joking I mean it in the most dirty way you can think of) But most of all I wanted was for you to love me, however intoxicated I was I knew you were the one but little did you understand the feelings I had felt towards you; you brushed me away so fast I couldn't even feel thing thing i adored the most, the feeling of heat coming off your body. I wanted you, no fuck that, I needed you and you turned your back on me I want you and I want you and I want you and I want you. BUT NO you fucked me over and now I have no feelings left, my emotions have gone and I don't think I can love anyone quite as much as I fell in love for those few hours that night.