I’m too drunk to write you a poem tonight,
but I miss you like hell
to the point that my mind is stuck on repeats
of your smile
I’m too drunk to make good lines
about how much you mean to me
so I’ll just say this
You’re the answers I’m hoping to find in the bottom of my cup
Because maybe when I’m too drunk to write you
I’ll be too drunk to forget you won’t be there
When I stumble home
It’s about who you miss at 2 in the afternoon when you’re busy, not 2 in the morning when you’re lonely.
Ohh shit I like that
I forgot that all I ate today was rice. Oops
I miss you. A little too much, a little too often, and a little more each day.
I’ve just been feeling a little lost lately.