I wanted to destroy something beautiful.

Luscious, inebriated we stumble across words inside.. Unbelievable, a stir of our drunken hearts here, and now we portray our motions. The heart doesn't make sense, it makes a pulse. We derive move from basic instinct. A sense of well-being. something unheard of, becomes second nature now. I save myself from utter and total embrarrassment, the throw of disappointment from my peers is a piercing cacophony. "Fuck you" is now a general consensus. Left with dispersing groups, I latch and bid a goodnight to side to side. Good nights indeed, I land hard on cushion and sleep will follow