When you're hungover...

I’m afraid to give my words to you

I’m afraid of how they will taste in your mouth

Will you get drunk on them?

Or will you throw them up?

I hope you get so drunk

Ever single letter will become 

your most prized possessions

I hope the pages and pages

I have wrote you 

Are stained with tears

And I hope each page 

Is bent and crinkled

from being turned so many times

I hope the morning after

you wake up hungover 

you call just to say 

You love every word 

I have ever wrote you

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