Your sympathetic whispers tell a tale of bad goodbyes.

Listen to the voices in my head rambling on about you, maybe my mind's doing that because you're just too good to be true.

My heart melts with every thought about you, every vision of your face. Every word that you'd speak would make my heart move at a steady pace.
Sitting here with you, not making a single sound. I could do this forever, give that vodka another round.
I need you here with me, i tell you that i do. Then i watch your mouth move as you slowly say, i love you.

No, i am not in love. I did however have voices in my head. And no, i am not schizophrenic.