Short Story: Raspberry Vodka

Warning: This contains themes of obsessive romance

Like raspberry vodka she packs a punch,

Never says yes when I ask her to lunch.
She blows me a kiss at the end of each day,
I’d burn down this building just to get her to stay.

She touches my hand when we pass down the halls
If she was famous I’d have her posters on my walls.
She’s taking my mind and she makes it insane,
Her voice is enough to take away all the pain.

I feel like a stalker to catch a glimpse of her eyes,
But whenever I look she’s always faster than mine.

Is this one sided or is she dragging me along?
Either way if it’s a game I’ll still sing to her song.

So if you find me in a grave just know that it’s her,
But if I hear that she’s shackled I’ll turn your life to a blur.

I don’t think you understand, I’d die for her.
From her head to her toes, to the scent of her myrrh.

She can be the queen, so long as I can be her people.