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Your Intoxicated Game
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October 2010 What was once my happiest night turned to regret with just some of your words,
you don't want to really talk, so you go on the offense using words as swords,
since I put up a wall even while intoxicated, I was able to avoid being hurt,
how could you say i took advantage, I kissed your cheek, I respectfully picked up your shirt,
I walked you home, even with your sidelining detours,
I refused to accept your spells, I do not need your cures,
I lost my sight that night, my glasses were unfortunately misplaced,
you're the one friend who saw the pain in my eyes, not even giving a second glance to the lie written by the smile on my face,
much like a spent muscle, the pain I feel is deep beneath my skin,
to know what you think, I regret even sipping on the gin,
I regret even letting you hold me, regret making that pinky promise,
i should have just gotten you safely home, saying no with perfect calmness,
now the darkness has begun to become conscious, all I had for you was fondness,
even thought I am godless, I looked at you like a goddess,
you yet again proved you could be a tin full of gin, emotionless and heartless,
what I read makes you sound monstrous, i don't deserve that level of harshness,
it all started on the couch, with that damned pinky promise,
only with you will i show weakness, at your game I am hardly a novice.
