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Meaning

They say a drunk man's talk
is a sober man's thoughts.
Frankly, there is some truth to that;
but drunkenness has a way of muddying meaning.
When I said I loved you
I meant it.
However what I meant by it was just what you think,
and so much more.
I love you not just physically,
mentally,
spiritually,
but on an emotionally dependent level.
You have a way of getting me high.
Higher than any inebriation can or ever could.
I love you for being my friend.
For believing in what I believe in
on my behalf.
And, most importantly,
for not shunning me for my flaws.
For all you do for me without even really trying,
I should kneel at your feet at the sight of you,
and thank whatever cosmic coincidence
brought me before you.
For you are walking, talking,
breathing:
Therapy.
So, for the next time I'm too drunk to stand,
and am throwing up as you hold my hair back:
Know that afterwards when I kiss you,
hug you,
tell you I love you, even.
Know now,
Exactly what I mean.
Hollow she preens.
Forever correcting herself before her own glass ceiling.
Like routine examinations throughout the day to ensure she is in working order.
Though she is falling apart.
Hair is too flat and makeup runs away.
She is beautiful.
I could never bring myself to tell her.
Though I long for her to know that she and I do not see eye to eye.
Yet, she is the apple of mine.
So we'll both remain in misery.
And miles apart.
I used to know you
love you
With distance you wavered
and I did with you
Still so much in common
Yet so dissimilar
Pain like grief
When someone you love dies
You died
And I missed your
Pretentious funeral
And I feel sorry
Perhaps I could have saved you
from what you've become
Now I only feel sorry
for seeing you move away
Too far gone
My couch has never been so
Empty
My heart never so
Heavy
Farewell my friend
wherever
You have gone.
You've gone.
Since I was eleven
I've found my self now and again
In a front yard
Yours
Mine
Doesn't matter.
I look left and right
The street seemingly endless in either
direction
If I just started walking
I'd end up somewhere
Somewhere else
I turn around
and walk back inside.

— The End —