ever since she had left,
you came running around to me
but always going to bed with a lot of new she’s.
i always joked you’d turn into a walking std
but deep down inside i knew you were right.
i wanted to be one of your she’s;
not the one you brought to bed and kicked out after,
not the one you kissed drunkenly after a gig,
nor the one you cheated with.
i wanted to be the one to replace the she you
only loved,
the one who walked away when things were rough.
and maybe just maybe, be something better
together
than you two ever were.
YOU ARE READING
Intoxicated
RomanceA boy, a girl, and a bottle of booze. © tilmorning. The third installment, following the stories 'something' & 'where we fell'.
