Addictive Nightmare Poem by cold hearted

Sad and alone with no one of my own only left with a bottle of Patrone. Drinking away the memories we have made, they haunt my sleep and feel so real. I hold your hand and walk you home to hope to get a kiss by your door. while i hold you crying away i tell you i love you as if it mattered anyway. I see your smile and the way you used to love me, never wanting to wake up from this feeling. But sad to say the alarm clock didn't delay and took me back to reality..