I pretend I am not sober.

I tell you how you are
the catalyst of my happiness.

I ask you to pretend this never happened.

You cannot.
I understand.

You say I should look for more people
who make me feel this way:

They’re good for your health.

I want to say I can’t;
I say I’ll try.

Shouldn’t have
even mentioned platonic love.

(That’s not what this is.)

Shouldn’t have
lied to you like that.