If I were drunk enough,
I would've told you
how stabilizing it is,
to see you smile.
How stabilizing it is to walk together,
even it's less than a mile.
If I were drunk enough,
I would've told you about
all the anger,
the pain.
Then I would've stopped halfway…
were you smiling again?
If I were drunk enough,
I would've enlisted a thousand reasons for you to be the best of the hostesses.
And probably, just a single reason against wearing those sunglasses.
If I were drunk enough,
I wouldn't have waited till the end of the day,
for this poem,
this recitation.
Probably needed the meet.
Would've needed the inspiration.
If I were drunk enough…
… Or maybe I already am.
YOU ARE READING
The Good place
PoesiaThis is a collection of all the poems I've written about everything I'm curious about and more. Literal pitstop is the pen name I write under on WordPress and Instagram.
