I’m Not as Think as you Drunk I am

I keep trying to forget. I keep trying not to hold on.

But I can’t.

And I won’t.

Not yet.

I’m a mess of contradictions

And I hate myself sometimes.

This is one of those.

No signals.

No signs.

No maps.

No stars guiding my path.

What the am I supposed to do?

How am I supposed to feel?

To act?

To talk?

What do you want to hear?

Can you at least tell me?

Anticipation makes my head hurt.

I got drunk last night trying not to think.

It didn’t work.

So I was drunk and thinking.

I thought about you.

I thought about me.

I thought about drinking more.

So I drank more.

And I thought more.

And here I am again.

Still thinking.

Still drinking.

I won’t be going anywhere soon.

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