I never expected you to come.
As I flail away in hopeless drinks.
You lift my head as I pass out
And rested it on your shoulder.
And I mumbled nothingness.
I held my breath
As I felt your warm presence.
Gentle skin dried my tears
While I withered away.
I could hear your still heart
Washed away, heaving its last life.
And, just as I had wake,
You already walked out the door.
I couldn’t ask you to stay,
Knowing I’d stain your beautiful nature.
So I’ll reminisce about it instead, poorly.
Of course.
Jan 25
Jan 25, 2026 at 8:50 AM UTC
I never expected you to come.
As I flail away in hopeless drinks.
You lift my head as I pass out
And rested it on your shoulder.
And I mumbled nothingness.
I held my breath
As I felt your warm presence.
Gentle skin dried my tears
While I withered away.
I could hear your still heart
Washed away, heaving its last life.
And, just as I had wake,
You already walked out the door.
I couldn’t ask you to stay,
Knowing I’d stain your beautiful nature.
So I’ll reminisce about it instead, poorly.
Of course.
I was given a prompt to write what a drunk person would feel in one of their drinking sessions.
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