bacchanale

you always knew when i'm drunk.

you knew that it was our memory that i always

took comfort on

whenever i feel like hurting myself.

you always knew it was around this time...

always mornings...

after work.

but you didn't know that

it's only when i'm drunk that i can surrender

to my dismal defeat.

that after all these years you knew

i needed you.

STILL.

not because i needed a wound to dig

but because i wanted to heal us.

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sorry. thoughtless ramblings. i can't sleep.

funny thing is i'm not even drunk. i just miss you.

AND I HATE HOW SHE FLIRTS WITH YOU.