Drunk Texting

by joetwo

3AM in the morning

After a heady night on the sauce

Through a haze I lie in bed

Unable to sleep

Mind filled with uncontrolled thoughts

Shooting around inside my head

As if from a machine gun

Leading to a certain conclusion

A horrible warping of memory and emotion

Cemented by false hope

Throwing all reason out the door

And leading to grabbing the phone

Entering a much maligned number

And typing professions of love, or hatred, depends on the mood

And finally, the finger descending

Without care of the consequences

Hitting send

The damage done, a mess to clean up

But that is all tomorrow

For now it is just a sweet

Drunken sleep