drunken_love sixteen I am in drunken love with the idea of you and the pale of your skin all over me. Surface tension keeps it all from spilling over the edge, reality keeps everything so contained. The pacing is so halted and the words so misunderstood. The boys are always so wrong for me. for you. but they'll do. I still secretly think your name organizing the letters like leaves on a branch-- oh its all leading to one thing but its the pieces that really matter cuz without all the twigs and leaves the tree just wouldnt be so perfect. and I love you so carelessly and I love you so drunkenly and maybe mistakenly, but love never cared about what was best for me. 030531 ... sixteen note to self: don't write poetry when you're piss drunk. ugh. 030531 ... drinksalot I never do someting I don't really want to, when I am drunk. Even in times when I don't remember excerpts from the events that took place, I know if I had a choice, I made one. Of course, this excludes: Falling down, causing other things to fall down, vomiting, sometimes even wetting one's self - These are things no one wants to do, yet have no control over. But we, as people, do have control over drunken love. For example: I tend find the the ugliest people attractive, when I'm drunk. I like talkers. I like people with ideas. I like to listen to people talk to me about their ideas. Most of what they have to say is remarkable - Because I am drunk. They usually impress me with their wit, intellect or ability to make me laugh. I mistake this as cuteness, or charm, all the while ignoring the fact that they really aren't half as witty, intelligent or funny as I imagine. I easily forget that none of what I feel is real. Because I am drunk. I've gotten into the safe habbit of asking myself, "Self... Let's be serious for a minute. Would you even look twice at this person if you were sober?" I try to do a quick internal assessment of bad qualities vs. changeable/settleable ones, even if it is for one night. Then I realize, I can't reason like this. Because I am drunk. Which leads to the default conclusion, "No, I would not." Abort, abort. It ain't worth it. I say, "Well, it was nice to meet you. I gotta go." And try another one. Because I am drunk. 030601 ... unhinged joseph_and_i blather_oracle and my wrist itches and i want some new_ink since i don't can't allow myself the simple indulgence of my echoing_thought 090220 ... jane whiskey_you're_the_devil 090221 what's it to you? who go blather from