When you’re drunk I think of you The blanket over your senses The numbness you feel from head to toe As your feet bump and slide together You watch them, fighting separately for progress
You get embarrassed when I mention Your attempts at communication Something along the lines of “ H love yov so ro so much” It’s the thought that counts I suppose
I pretend I don’t count the hours Or the scenarios in my head Of all the places you could have been All the things you could have done
I am a carefree lover
“I’ll be careful! I promise!” You stress That bland lie Leaves your tongue with the sweetest intentions And I love you for your attempts at reassurance “I know dear, you always are.”
And we smile together, in our unintentional ignorance.