night terrace
perhaps this would be enough.
though i think several bottles are too much,
but i can manage it—
just a few cups to drink,
let my senses swirl for a bit,
then i can go home.
my throat feels fiery enough
to burn words and thoughts that were too much
to say or think any of it—
maybe just one more drink,
let my senses swirl for a bit,
then i go home.
i feel like it’s not enough.
and thinking of you is getting too much;
you were temporary yet i’m still not over it—
i have to get another drink,
let my senses swirl for a bit,
then i’ll go home.
the city will never glow as bright enough
as your smile, which i adored too much;
i’m getting sleepy, but i can handle it—
i shake my head, i need another drink,
let my senses swirl for a bit,
then i will go home.
but loving you will always be enough—
no, i should stop, this is too much;
my heart’s clenching, i’m trying to hold it—
f—k this, i’ll take another hard drink
as my senses swirl for a bit,
then maybe i’ll go home.
why am i not doing enough?
i want you but i’m afraid i’m being too much;
why’s it so hard to make you reciprocate it?
maybe just one more f—ing drink—
i feel like s—t, want to throw up for a bit,
i can’t take it—i can’t go home.
maybe, to you, i’ll never be enough.
i fell in love with you too much.
the tears have fallen, i can’t resist it—
i’m too wasted to get another drink,
crying like a child, tired of this bit.
i want to go home—you were my home.
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