Whiskey made the words spew from my mouth.
Word ***** splattering into the air,
ruining a perfectly good night.
And instead of painting a beautiful picture with words,
winning your heart with the charisma and vocabulary I had practiced in my head
over
and
over.
My drunken brain
(which in its stupor had convinced my logical brain that any of this was a good idea in the first place)
connected together a slur of words that now hang forgotten
only
by
me.
And I apologize.
For the only thing between us now,
is the occasional text.