i’d like to think
that i’m the one that brings out you,
notices the real you,
not the drunk you.
when you’re drunk, you’re someone
new,
someone who isn’t you.
drunk you
likes to grind on anything that
has a nice rack and ass.
drunk you
isn’t socially awkward.
drunk you
only wants to get it in.
sober me , doesn’t like drunk you.
and sober me,
likes to hope that deep down
you wont always be a drunk you.
YOU ARE READING
Intoxicated
RomansaA boy, a girl, and a bottle of booze. © tilmorning. The third installment, following the stories 'something' & 'where we fell'.
