it’s not love you’re just drunk

you were drunk when you told me

that i was beautiful and you were falling in love

but i knew that in reality

you just wanted to fuck me

it's peculiar because i would have been

nearly as satisfied to hear those words

than the lies you chose instead

at least you would have been honest

your words wouldn't be filled with deceit

maybe then i wouldn't have been so vulnerable

so ready to fall to my awaiting heartbreak

yet how can i know for certain you were lying

when your eyes shone like never before

the moment you claimed you were in love