Filling The Empty Poem by Anna Greco

I'm filled with desperation.
To feel your skin graze against mine.
I'll recite you my declaration,
over another glass of crimson wine.
Cheers to not be sober,
as we fall asleep,
on this fair October.
Together so deep,
to awake with a startle.
For what have I done,
a headache begins to settle.
To realize we had a bit too much fun.
I stumble out to gather my clothes,
and lecture my frustration,
for I have exposed.
I'm empty with desperation.