that night i wasn't even sure how many drinks i had.
the next minute we're drunk making out in the living room.
the lights are red.
the netflix show is paused.
god i want that night back so bad.
the room is quiet.
all anyone would be able to hear is heavy breathing and words we shouldn't have said out loud.
the confessions of love.
the i'll wait forever if it takes that's long for you.
the come meet my family.
more and louder heavy breathing.
it spoke so loudly.
neither of us were thinking straight
fuck we could hardly walk straight
i was on top of you just as much as i was holding onto your walls for balance making it to your bed room.
and now,
here i am
drunk maybe just as much as i was that night again,
by myself,
thinking of you and that night.
i want to text you
tell you everything i feel.
but i can't do that.
i'm sober enough to know
never again.
not ever.
i'll just hold onto the memories.
YOU ARE READING
looking through his glasses.
Poetrylove is a roller coaster of emotions. stay for the ride. sometimes it's worth it.
