Waves Don't Die

Drunk Thoughts

I regret running to you two hours ago

I pictured it going like a scene from the big screens,

Tell you how I feel and end up in your arms

But I was scrambling for words,

trying to piece my thoughts into sentences

I turned back around twice,

fumbled and mumbled until some form of English

crawled out from my lips

You nodded--

sober

hugged me with a pat on my back,

said you have problems to work out,

sorry that I couldn't be one of them

said I deserved better, more

5:24 am and I'm lying in bed,

hands rubbing my face over and over

Fuck--

Fuck

I might be in love with you,

I might be in love with the problems you face

that make you human

To be brutally honest,

I think I ran back to you because I was drunk,

because I wanted validation,

to be looked at with some kind of passion

I can already feel regret and alcohol seeping out my pores

Did I really call your name out in the dead of the night?

Step on damp grass as I stumbled your way?

I'm already forgetting what we said

But It's 6:04 and my eyelids are heavy,

your genuine intent ingrained in the pit of my stomach,

imprints of your hands on my back remembered 

****Author's Note: Fun fact, this is 100 % a true story with no made up factors. I also was literally drunk when I wrote this and I edited it later. That being said, my love life is a joke LOL