I was drunk the night I poured my heart out to you...
         purposefully.

I needed you to hear every word without a filter and feel each line without reigns.
I begged you to listen to every crack in my voice and absorb each line of intoxicated poetry that spewed from my lips.
I wanted you to understand that these combinations of nouns, verbs, and adjectives were the most honest sentences I had ever spoken.
While anticipating a reply, I drifted into sleep without warning.
Two weeks later and I still cannot remember your response to my love letter because
         unfortunately...

I was drunk the night I poured my heart out to you.