The first time I got drunk, you were there with me.
You asked me if you can sat beside me, and I say, sure, go ahead.
I pat you. We laughed. We kissed. We made love.
We returned to who we were used to be.
You love me enough to hug me as I drown to sleep.
I didn't feel your love when you woke up.
I suppose you like us better when you are drunk.
The second time I was drunk, I was alone.
Only with a man I'm supposed to hate and whom I left for you.
He was kind and treats me well
And I cried in in his arms, for you and the world I know of.
The third time I was drunk, I love you so.
And I keep on reminding myself
I'm twenty fucking two
I should be happily running and fucking
Not minding you. Forgetting you. Ruining you.
But here I am missing you.
Too sober to admit it, too drunk to hide it.
I. Masked with a file. Lets hope he'll get it by the time i got 65
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