"what u doing"
Three simple words that after a few drinks becomes a long thread of misinterpreted gibberish.
I've developed the unhealthy habit of keeping all my inner thoughts and saving them for the exact moment I've had one too many cups...
& this is where you come in...
My drunk pen pal
The person at the receiving end of my nonsense,
the one who remembers all the details that I conveniently forget.
The one that knows too much, yet, so little of what my sober thoughts mean spelled out in drunken words...
& again, this is where you come in
To take in the words I'm not even aware I'm saying.
To either ignore or reciprocate with words I'll never remember.
& this is where you come in
giving me the chance to be on the receiving end of like text...
To be in your drunken thoughts from time to time.
To hear the gibberish, that only I will remember.
To hear the nonsense that for a brief night makes complete sense to me.
Secretly wishing your drunken words were your sober feelings.
That your 2am matched your 2pm.
& this is where you come in
to remind me that all I have is a drunk pen pal...
that the inebriated words
are simply drunken secrets
...never to be uttered sober...
Signs,
-The girl with a drunk pen pal...
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