He was discombobulated,
She was unaware,
Of the dangers she was subject to,
Just ‘cause she was there.
Forever, she had longed for this,
Attention from a guy:
So desperate for affection,
She turned a blind eye.
Dismissed the way he stumbled, fumbled,
Mumbled and slurred his words.
Ignored the way he drunk like a crunk, till he was,
Flying high as the birds.
Shady in the corner,
He swayed the night away,
To the silence of the music,
Not yet to her dismay.
She gazed into his glassy red eyes,
Held his sticky hand.
Falling head over heels,
He dragged her to the sand.
On the beach, of drowned memories,
Flings forever forgotten;
They lay, side by side.
Where he snuck through her cotton.
His love for her was intoxicating;
She could smell it on his breath,
For liquor is his cup of comfort,
The portal to his death…
Speeding, he drives towards it,
Like a suicide mission.
First date, on the seat of lust,
She froze into submission,
As he rounded the corner,
Courageous as a lion.
Deciding upon a steering wheel,
Missing the ‘stop’ sign.
Heart, pounding, in her chest,
She was lucky to be alive;
Made it home, without a scratch,
Where many have not survived.
Upon arrival, at her palace,
He drove her porcelain bus;
Heaved, then received
An outburst of her disgust.
Feeling on the high side,
He planted a kiss goodnight,
Shared his latest discharge,
Repulsed. She slammed; goodbye.
For she realised her worth,
Her beauty, and her bliss
Without a drunk, to ruin her night,
She can live without a kiss.
