Drnuk

Yes, i'm drnuk.

I shouldn't have to explain it for the 27th time this month.

Not always the form of drunk where my head's spinning from the alcohol,

But rather from the fact you gave up everything, once and for all.

Never did I believe this was actually going to happen.

I thought we was made for each other like two peas in a pod.

But maybe that cliche is just the reason we just aren't meant for each other,

I'm the tripod and you're the infrared camera in a high-speed pursuit.

Designed for the same use, but you're the church and i'm the house of ill repute.

Sat alone in the graveyard that I once called my bedroom,

Hoping you'd come back, but the only thing that remains is the scent of your perfume.

You're not dead, but until you return, which you will, you may as well be

Because while you sit there around that fucking flaming hot bonfire

I sit alone.

Even in company, my mind just wonders into the vast unknown.

In my head, it's easy to say go fuck yourself.

But then i look around you and your face surrounds my existence like the European continental shelf.

If i'm honest, the last stanza is bullshit.

Still in my head, just like before, the dream of us both together, the starry night moonlit.

And on my knee and a glimmer in my palm, I ask the most important question

But then, after that, comes just a phase of retrogression

that returns me to reality.

But believe me, there's nothing I want more than for that memory to return.

After a whole month of separation I can feel the pain like never before.

But to be abstaining from messaging you again is nothing but draining

But until I know your thoughts, you're only a Van Gogh painting.

I don't know if you will return,

And if you don't, then i'll put it down to us both being taciturn.

But yes, I know that isn't the reason.

The fact is, I'm afraid. We're both afraid. Well, that's what i'm going for.

I really do hope that you still love me

Because I really do love you, more than you would understand, and that's not just a hyperbole.

But tonight, I just can't message you.

Ironically, I'm just not drnuk enough.