Drunk with Love

I’ve been poisoned

I’ve been drunk

But I don’t stop

-pour me another one,

I yell

They listen, they don’t care

My need is fulfilled

My patience is not recovered

I’ve been drunk

I’ve been dead

So dead I almost feel

The cry of the infants

The kisses of lovers

The touch of dirt

I’ve been so drunk

I start to realize

How humanity is attached by merely acts of faith

Things seem so hard to get

But so easy to loose

You just let them go

Let them be finished

Don’t cry them

Don’t miss them

Don’t want them back

My cruelty is dead

I am deep

I’ve been drunk

I am not sorrowing

Not missing back

Not remembering

I let you stay

But only because I’m too wasted

To send you away.

I’ve been drunk

And when someone’s drunk

They don’t care

They don’t search

They keep digging

And words have been written

I’m filling my pages with

madness

when someone’s too drunk

they get nostalgic

they get lost

feed the wolves

my drink

and they will howl

it’ll seem soft

and kind,

the howl of drunk wolves,

but they are not in love

they are just mad

and this is behind all of that

I pour some more

But I don’t understand

What is wrong with my drink?