Drunken Truth

Looking back, it was all you. You were the one to decide what we should get off the menu. You were the one to put your head on my thigh. You were the one to kiss my hand. You initiated it all.

So what happened?

Why am I hearing you ask others whether or not I thought it was a date, saying you didn’t think it was when you were the one to take it a step further?

I just wanted to get to know you.

And why did you pretend to be concerned and ask what happened when you saw that I got hurt after weeks of no contact, only to never further the conversation?

Are you trying to hurt me more than you already have?

What are you trying to do? Why are you still presenting yourself to me? What do you want from me? Why are you confusing me?

Am I the fool?

Leave me alone.

Please.

Why don’t I want you to leave me alone.