Saturday, February 25, 2012

in vino veritas

I was drunk. So I told him to kiss me. He kissed me, but not the way I wanted him to. It was just a light peck on the forehead.
Why did he do it in the first place? He could have just said no.
Maybe he thought I was too drunk to be taken seriously and just did it so I wouldn't throw a tantrum or something (pff like I would). Or maybe he didn't want to take advantage of the situation since I was drunk and did it as a middle-way-thing. Or maybe he was drunk enough to just do it randomly without any further meaning to it.

I want to be truthful now. I wasn't drunk, just a bit tipsy, but I could think straight and walk properly and stay serious and all that jazz. I swear. So I pretended to be more drunk than I actually was. I guess I kind of wanted to see how far I could go in my tipsiness and how far he would go if he knew I wasn't exactly sober. Now I kind of regret it. It didn't work out how I wanted it to. He wasn't sober himself and yet he didn't do anything.

Why?

What do I have to do for him to want me? Because I do.
He's like a toy out of my reach that I want to play with, no matter what. As soon as I cast my eyes on something I can't have (or at least not yet), I want it even more.

Little, toy, won't you be mine?

/P.

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