last night

i talked into your eardrums when i was drunk. we kissed and i did not feel sex. then thought your good looks were a waste. but we kissed again. and i asked if you were going to write papers about the deviant behavior you were participating in for your sociology thesis. i didnt listen to your reply. i havent listened to what you have to say in five or six years. i went home wishing that i could be nicer to you. but then i decided i need to break up with being drunk.