Let's not beat around the bush; getting drunk is fun.
However, that all depends on why you’re doing so.
Last week I drank to try and make brain going numb,
In hopes that Tesco Value lager would turn my heart to stone.
Love can hurt like hell when it’s trapped behind your eyes,
Out of fear that someone’s narrative may not involve you.
You swallow the truth, lock your jaw, make sure your tongue is tied.
The words stay stuck upon your lips - no guts to come to bloom
Love isn’t ******* Disney and it sure as hell isn’t perfect;
But when the smoke clears all I see is you, is you, is you.
And falling into pieces a thousand times would so be worth it;
If that's what it takes for a happy ending, then that is what I'll do.
     My love for you is imperfect, flawed; it has to stay concealed.
     My love for you is imperfect, sure - but ******* hell *it's real.

I've always marvelled at the human brain,
And the beauty of its complex intricacies.
It can process at speed beyond comprehension,
Its more efficient than any man-made invention,
Until I'm talking to a female... then it just really ***** me over.

Lips are locked, breathe me in; I'm drifting away.
I'm sure, I'm sure this is falling.
Is this how it feels to be paper thin?
Is this how it feels to be weightless?

The moon was our spotlight as our fingers interlock,
I laugh like a fool but that's fine.
I'm skipping cracks in the pavement; I cannot believe my luck.
Oh, I've lived - but tonight I'm alive.

I tie up my tongue - hide the truth behind my eyes.
My hearts pounding away, yet I don't wear it on my sleeve.
But that look in your eye says I'm one of a kind,
And I know, I know you're like me.

If I sing at the top of my lungs,
Will your heart become my home?
I can see in the sparks that are flying,
We're tired of being alone.
My head is free of any worry or doubt,
I need space to remember this.
Petty fears mean nothing my dear,
When I think of what we could be.

The greatest gift, yet biggest burden of mine
Is that I overthink; with no control nor choice.
A damaged, frantic mind over-working overtime
A creative heart trying to sing above the noise.
I hide this racket where the world can't see
And for dear life I cling on to the clouds.
Scared to lose grip, because what would I be
If let slip and dared touch the ground?
But then I met you; I felt my mind fall silent.
No noise I've come to fear inside my head
Every time I'm with you, my thoughts aren't so violent;
They’re filled with lyrics to a thousand love songs instead.
     If the words stay trapped behind my lips, there's still a chance maybe
     That you'll come across this poem and that's good enough for me.