Drunk The first time I got drunk, you were there with me. You asked me if you can sat beside me, and I say, sure, go ahead. I pat you. We laughed. We kissed. We made love. We returned to who we were used to be. You love me enough to hug me as I drown to sleep. I didn't feel your love when you woke up. I suppose you like us better when you are drunk. The second time I was drunk, I was alone. Only with a man I'm supposed to hate and whom I left for you. He was kind and treats me well And I cried in in his arms, for you and the world I know of. The third time I was drunk, I love you so. And I keep on reminding myself I'm twenty fucking two I should be happily running and fucking Not minding you. Forgetting you. Ruining you. But here I am missing you. Too sober to admit it, too drunk to hide it. I. Masked with a file. Lets hope he'll get it by the time i got 65