a terrible, meaningless poem

[__toomuchxposur]

I'm so wasted that I blow things out of proportion
but whiskey seems my only liable fulcrum
a friend that brings both companionship AND shame
but I've only got myself to blame

for giving you more than you could give back
crediting you with tastefulness and tact
but it's alcohol that turns lust into love
so at night, you're whom I'm thinking of

three weeks later
you still haven't come over
I'm staring at my record player
and starting to get sober

all I ask is for one more night of fun
because I never thought that you could be the one
so it's fine that you don't want to be mine
but I'm so tired of you being tired all the time