if you ask me sober,
i'll say nothing.
i feel nothing.

if you ask me drunk,
well i like a lot of things
and feel even more things,
but i wrote this buzzed,
so you might be able
to trust what i say
for once.

and i gotta say this;
it's on my ******* chest
like his two hands have
been for the past
few weeks.

i like
i like like
i likeeeeeeeeeee him
but, jesus ****,
I LOVE YOU.

& that has made all of the difference.