Drunk words are sober thoughts
But my mind hasn't been working since
you left
And the drums that usually pound in
my ears have grown silent
Not even the thoughts in my sleep
have allowed me to succumb to
such things
Like dreams of you, or us, or anything
revolving around the way your
fingers danced down my spine to
put me to bed
But the poison that is alcohol has
brought my speech to a new level
Words spewing out of my mind, into and
out of my mouth making reference
to the way you held my body
late in the night
And I'm sorry for texting you at 3am on
a monday night, but goddamn it
you were the most beautiful
human being to ever cross my
path
And for that I thank you for sending
my expectations through the
roof of a home that we
will never call our own