They always say "a drunk mind speaks sober thoughts"

so tonight that's what I hoped for.

I hoped that as the alcohol kissed those alluring lips of yours,

it would f r e e every loving notion of me

trapped inside your mind and send them spilling

into my anxious ears.

I awaited the moment that you would

finally confess to me that you had feelings for me

and that even though you're drunk right now,

those words would still hold true in the morning

once you've sobered up.

I waited for a confession

a compliment

anything

that could prove that maybe I'm not the only one falling;

one little sliver of hope that I'm lucky enough to be

a constant inhabitant of your beautiful mind

and share the same space as the thoughts I so yearn to hear.

But instead, all I heard were silly jokes and jumbled sentences.

So, I guess if a drunk mind speaks sober thoughts

then I'm not a part of them.