I want to be your drunk text romance A type of love I only show when you are too far gone to try to lie I limit myself until you are unable to censor your words Then I Excavate The thoughts I do not allow myself to think Switch on the neurotransmitters in my brain Release endorphins I swallowed down and converted to Nausea No longer can love rot the lining of my stomach I let it flow Through my fingertips to your inebriated heartstrings A direct line between my soul and yours We were Never Able to Sever What’s the difference between a best friend and a soul mate In the morning when you sober up I exhale you like a stale cigarette You always hurt The most on the way out
My whole life has been a fight to differentiate platonic and intimate feelings













