I’m sober.


I’ve hit this wall more times than I can count

Don’t know what it is about you but you love to pull me under

So what shall we call this magnetic force between us

The one that makes you obsess over me

The one that keeps me worried about you

The one that makes us lose all control when we’re in each other presence 

Drunken words sober thoughts. 

What if you really loved me?

What if you really hated her?

Drunken words. 

Sober reality. 

A word I could not speak

You couldn’t hear me over the phone

But on the other end I choked up 

I’m sorry I couldn’t wish you the best

For we both know that’s what you were running away from….


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