If love had another name, you could be it.
I realized this last night when I was drinking.
I was emptying beer bottles.
I was trying to silence every beat of my heart
that was still rooting for you.
I was trying to forget.
I was convincing myself that I can.
I kept drinking that I confused myself
if I were drinking to forget your name
or was I just drinking to numb the pain.
For each bottle, I thought of all the pair of lips
I would want to forget.
I wanted to forget theirs just to taste yours again.
For each beer bottle I kissed,
was a wish to kiss you instead.
For each bottle, lies an irony.
I was drowning my liver but thoughts of you kept afloat in my mind.
I was clouding up my mind with a clear painting of your smile
yet whatever was left of us remained unclear.
I thought I was waiting on you
but it seems you have already walked away.
I guess after fighting through all these ironies
and drinking too much beer,
I soon came to a conclusion.
It wasn't love that was complicated.
Maybe it was just us.