Stumbling, slurring.

Getting drunk off this necter,

It’s heavy, weighing me down.

I drink and drink, just to have an excuse to stumble into your arms.

My feet are unsteady,

My heart unready,

My eyelids ready,

But I stumble.

Drunk off your soul.

Drunk because I need to find my own.

Drunk because I was never good with numbers.