Spilled Tea

Blanking You Out

The champagne is warm
in my veins after
the witness of one of the
prettiest kind of weddings.
There are sips down my throat
out of many cups.
I believe it's enough
to be considered a 'mixed drink'
and I can't care enough,
because I'm letting loose
in the crowd.
These feelings
and your dark eyes
are seared into my mind,
and this is how
I'm blanking you out.
The back of a party bus,
a pretty girl
calling me pet names,
the smell of these
wedding flowers,
and the sound
of drunken yelling.
I'm smiling from
the color of the ocean,
the sunset almost
completely gone
reflecting off the water.
I'm smiling from the grins
and sparking eyes
on both wive's faces,
and from that pretty girl
telling me about some song
that I'll write down
in a little while.
I think she hides her drunk
a bit better than the others,
but she is sweet.
I feel like the main character
in that book I just finished,
and it is a good feeling.
I'm Charlie, she's Sam,
and I could cast
every person in that bus.
I think I've always enjoyed
relating to other things.
Maybe at home,
you're like Sam
and I'm not sure
if that is good or bad.
I'm not sure I want to think
about that right now.
It's all so new
and I'll blank it out
while sitting here
with sore feet
after this party
of a reception,
appreciating the time
I get with the
(in my not-so-humble opinion)
most beautiful girl
in the wedding party
under the rainbow
flashing lights in this bus.
I'll worry about reality later,
when the drinks
and relaxation have
left my veins.

(all name references go to The Perks of Being a Wallflower)