Intoxicated

45 // incident

after a gig we all went to savs’

for an ‘after party’

and once again you were your

plastered self.

i only had one beer and was

sober as can be

but that didn’t stop me from

asking you about

little ol’ she.

i tried my hardest to act

like i didn’t care but

deep down it pricked

my skin.

to say you were pissed

couldn’t fully define how you felt

for when your hand collided

with my face

i then knew it was down hill

from there.

i could feel my cheek start

to swell while my eyes blurred

from the tears.

you cupped my cheeks and

mumbled, “shit brooklyn”

and i forcefully pulled away.

you did the same thing to her

and forgot again,

that my name was keagan.