Its a special kind of love.

The kind of love you share with eachother only when no longer sober.

It feels honest and raw.

In those little in-between-moments.

Because you both are too scared to share those kind of feelings when clearminded.

Too much blood and pain in both of your books it needs to be thinned out with poisen.

Too many nightmares.

Every drop giving you an alibi the next day, should they not feel the same.

There is no shame in it, when there is an excuse.