I TRIED TO SAVE AS WIDGET TO MYSELF, BUT TO MUCH WINE AND CONFUSION GOT IN THE WAY.
You know that point.
Where you want to tell her how much you like her.
And you finally get the courage after she says:
“I will call you or you will call me”
I envision myself walking out the door,
Turning back and saying
“I have to be honest, and please wait till the end,
but I really like you. And if that means our friendship is gone
then I take it back.
Because that means more than I can ever even comprehend,
Even in my drunken state.
Frienship still matters….but I like/love you”
(but it don’t mean a damn thing in the world(the lovelife, that is))
if it means loosing you.
In conversation or in the drunken walks home
From shows to good to be true,
to your apartment
Sleeping on your floor,
and crazies
That make this place what it is.
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this is amazing, bruvva. I absolutely love where your writing comes from, an honest, rugged, raw part of the psyche that radiates in me. yes, I have been in this situation and all I can ask is this: do you really want to look back at your life and have to admit to you that you didn’t take the chance?