A drunk man’s thoughts are said to be brutally true.
Well, here are my unfiltered thoughts…
The fact that I can’t call you right now to tell you how much I want you
The fact that I can text you right now because I want to
While the whole time, at my drunkest moment, I can only think of you
How can I succumb to the reality of whether or not we are meant to be?
I remind myself that we can't and I say it repeatedly
But somehow all I think of is you and me
There is no way to make us a reality
I keep looking at my phone hoping you text me
I want to make us a reality
Fuck the bureaucracies. I want you
At this moment, I am really drunk...but it is only with you.