Drunk Thoughts

I thought as well,

As I touched your hands

They turned cold

And I am in my own world again

Thinking,

The what could have been's

The what if's

If I could have just been a better person

We could have been greater

You could have been mine

But what use are the what if's

If reality is your adversary

Now I just sit here

Senseless -

Unbecoming of who I used to be

With the past haunting me

Painting its own picture

And I am its subject

With words written of what could have been

"Us"