pale excerpts'

drunken.

one shot.
two shots down.
one drink in the left, one in the right.
i danced around the club floor,
laughing with my friends.
kissing random boys.
imagining they were you,
wishing they were you.
and in my drunken state i called you,
once, twice, both to voicemail.
i left you messages,
confessing my feelings.
but i was drunk,
so i told you i lied.
even though i'm so infatuated with you,
it hurts.