A bottle of red... another bottle of red... another bottle of red

I could tell you about me. I could tell you all about me but I'd lie. I'd say that I have it together. I'd smear my overconfident smile in your face and make you feel safe. But you're not. Hearken though and be amused.

I have seen another side.

But I haven't abandoned you yet. No, I haven't left for that other place although I'm not sure I'm still here. I wander now utterly aware of your blissful ignorance. I am alone. The catalyst of second glances and feigned interest.

Would you die for a shot at these memories... I did.