I was tired but still made it
Took a shot to be festive,
then another to loosen the noose.
We danced for a bit but I was still stiff.
Jameson, on the rocks—my substance of choice.
Found you in the back,
Finished that ****** joint you rolled.
We laughed a bit and then you bit me.
I pulled you close but then you ran.
Kicked me in the shin,
Flicked me off as you turned the corner.
Love hurts they said.
*Literally…