Drunk Poem by Maya Hanson

I'm drunk, I'm tired
of tearing myself apart
Ignorant of everything
that's happened the past few days

I'm drunk, I'm pretty sure you don't know me
but I know more of you than I'd like to

I'm willing to toss away yesterday
in the ocean and lightning and intoxication
and how you tie them all together
I want to make room for the sins of tomorrow

I'm drunk and believe in
a footbridge as fragile as us
Building up something
uplifting and forbidden

I'm weightless and weak, you weigh on my shoulders
I watch you from across the room, you
don't even meet my eyes
Still the cold blue spark rushes through me

But the later you flee to me, the
less I know and the less I can think
and the more you turn away, the
more I'm at your heels, catching
red sparks molded into fire
Touch me, I'm drunk, the closer the better