Guilty Dedication

I'm drunk and dancing again,

You hate it when I dance-
It always makes you cry.

You say I paint pictures in the air,
That tell the story of my life,
And that it's sad...a sad, sad life,

Empty yet poetic,
Lonely yet beautiful.

You weep for my twirling contradiction,
My joyful desperation,
For, you, are my guilty dedication.

 

simple and sweet.

 

thanks!

 

lovely images

 

I likes, but one question, is the speaker dancing for "you", or drinking for "you", or both?

 

alcohol. a terrible way to drown sadness. a good poem though.