Drunken Love

Drunken love is the purest form of love,

in my opinion

It’s the love that remains long after 

Your ability to think straight 

So instead your thinking turns heart-shaped

and fuzzy around the edges

The pink and red draws you in as

you lean forwards and drop your feelings

on the floor

So many discarded secrets

But because you are drunk you don’t tuck them back

up your sleeve

Because you are drunk you let her know that

She is the only consciousness you have 

You tell her things you just can’t tell her

at any other time 

And because you only tell her when you’re drunk

She doesn’t believe you

If she stopped to realise that 

she is that last thought, 

she is what you have chosen to cling to, 

she is all that’s left when everything else has gone,

Drunken texts would seem so much more than just slurred words in the darkness, a brief exposure, an embarrassed morning after