a drunk writes best;
He is at his purest,
most honest,
as he spills his heart's contents.
Suddenly, I don't give a damn,
I'll just tell the truth.
I was love,
You were love.
We were love.
I liked it that way.
And when it felt like it could last
it came crumbling down
But I did not falter
Love me, not,
but hope is my best friend.
Its all I need.
All I have.
Most of all, it never leaves me behind.
I need you.
i come pure.
I love you.
I await my conscience,
to bring me back to soberiety
O RLY?!
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