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Drunk


 

Because I love you

I’ll admit my mind has gone askew

For in all your intoxication I will bask

However, silently sipping from a flask

 

You’re polished and refined, oh sure

Bubbly, tasteful, mellow, and pure

But in your batch of black love potions

You’ve masked your wicked set of emotions

 

To which I pour ourselves a glass of white

As we continue to shamelessly bicker and fight

My stature wobbles as my vision blurs

And my mouth speaks drunken language in slurs

 

I can taste your tenons on my tongue

Your flavors swirl and to my heart, they’ve clung

Yet still, I feel as though I’ve got to ask

Do you recognize you’re being an ass?

 

I’ve exchanged so-called love for sloppy kisses

Been drank and returned, always dismissive

You’ve shown me selfish gluttony in all its glory

To you, I looked up, but now I remain accusatory

 

I crave you still and thus I take a heaping swig

I piece myself together, pretty like a sprig

You’ve run me dry of all my brandished  liquor

And from my eyes, I pray you see the fire flicker

 

Because I am not your source of endless time

Your list and menu to wine and dine

I am drunk on you, but you appear sober

So is it time we call this over?

 

And in hindsight, I should have seen this through

Because nothing compares to the thirst of losing you

 
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