Drunk
I want to write something.
Something that reflects on just how furious,
How hurt, how confused I am.
But I just can’t.
I can’t bring myself to intentionally hurt you.
I can’t be the bitch that I really need to be.
It’s both a weakness and a blessing.
More of a downfall really.
I just want this to be simple.
But it’s never been so.
There are just too many factors.
And they all play a role.
She says you guys have regular conversations.
My best friend tells me that you’re a dick.
She keeps saying that you’re telling her you don’t know.
My best friend says to just let it go.
I wish I could let it go.
Brush it off my shoulder like nothing happened.
I wish I could just think that your thoughts are drunken, not real.
But I can’t bring myself to believe that.
I’m just a girl who’s in love.
There’s no denying or hiding it at this point.
Everyone can see it. Everyone knows.
So how can I move on?
I’m trying so hard. I’m trying, I swear I am.
But every time it seems like I have,
Something from the past comes up.
It’s like there’s a wall that I can’t break down
On the other side is life, adventure, new love
But I’m stuck on the side of confusion, despair, and sorrow.
Why can’t I move on?
Is there a reason for me to stick around?
You’ve made it perfectly clear that you want nothing to do with me in that sense,
Well, except for that text.
But as you said, it was drunken nonsense.
Hell, this poem might as well be drunken nonsense.
I guess that is all my brain is now.
Drunk off of confusion.
This is the only way I know to make my feelings heard.
