Coherence

Drunk with old friends

I can feel festering words inside my stomach,

eating away at my tongue.

I want to say everything you mean to me,

but is it oversharing when you all know this about me already?

You tease me with phrases worn with time,

the stick to the bruised horse,

the inside joke having lost its sharp edges.

Mind reader, I crow,

I already know that I've already spilt my thoughts in your drink.

You smirk mysteriously,

citing a source within tarot cards and shining stars that you've ubiquitously found in my sink.

We laugh and stick pointy elbows in each others side,

you call me a thorn,

and I declare you a prickle.

A simulation that the higher ups keep reusing.

Why release a new product,

when they all want a new sequel.

I feel my cheeks burn with a stretch,

to smile at your retold jokes,

laughing around a frowning face.

Acid reflux burns my throat,

tears in my eyes you laugh harder thinking that i'm having the time of my life.

I don't want to be stuck with you forever,

I don't want to carry on this way forever,

I am in between stuck between the edges of a world in the space,

blindsided in my want for an escape.

Drunk with old friends.

My intrusive thoughts and inebriated mind wants you to know,

I've never liked your joke about dead dogs and men in disguise.

But when I wake up I'll laugh and I'll laugh for the sake of old times.