i based my thesis of our friendship to refute yours -
that no one could know anyone else, completely.
what i am left with is the irrefutable fact that i know the real pains of loneliness
that still has a way of paralyzing me
when i'm standing next to you in a room
full of people that love and respect me.

it's nearly numbing.

i make another drink quickly, quietly exiting every room you walked into.
rested my head on a friend's shoulder who i knew would be too drunk
to remember me foolishly wiping my tears on his jacket again.

a scene too familiar.
i've seen one too many times.

i need to get out of here before i get drunk to drive home