11.5.17
I told myself I wouldn't be in this position, yet here I am, a bottle in my own hand, watching as they stumble from too many shots.
I watch her, focus on her, make sure she's okay.
She blows a stream of smoke in my face and I am forced to act pissed in a poor attempt to mask how grateful I am that she's come this close to me.
It's truly the little things with this one.
The way she looks at me, offering me drinks, patting my leg beneath the blanket, sloppily kissing my cheek after she's had far too many.
It means so much to me, too much to me.
If only it could mean the same, if only it could mean something to her.
But she's the life of the party and I'm just in the corner basking in her glow.
I watch her, focus on her, make sure she's okay.
She blows a stream of smoke in my face and I am forced to act pissed in a poor attempt to mask how grateful I am that she's come this close to me.
It's truly the little things with this one.
The way she looks at me, offering me drinks, patting my leg beneath the blanket, sloppily kissing my cheek after she's had far too many.
It means so much to me, too much to me.
If only it could mean the same, if only it could mean something to her.
But she's the life of the party and I'm just in the corner basking in her glow.
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