i chug the bottle
and look around

i see you standing
there, with girls
hanging on to you.

i scowl and ask for
another bottle, i take
the next bottle and
take another swig.

i close my eyes as
the liquid burns
down my throat.

i open my eyes to
find you sitting next
to me.

you smile at me as
if nothing was wrong,
when everything was
the opposite of good

but you keep smiling,
ignoring the glares of
the other girls.

and you ask me,
"are you okay"

i look down at my
bottle and mutter,
"im fine"

"are you sure", you
ask.  

"no," i reply back,
my voice cracking
at the end, "not at all"

he looks at me with
such tender care and
says, "im sorry"

i carefully lift my head
and turn to look at him

his eyes are staring
back at mine with
so much intensity
that i am mesmerised.

and

as if i was under a spell,

i open my mouth and
utter the words that ive
kept hidden for so long,

"i love you"