Drunk, On Speaking

​Drunk, on Speaking (To speak or to not)

I can cry 

Or I can numb 

To end all these breaking bones 

And revive the long dead spirit

Or I can joke and flirt and sail sweet words

Down the smoking river of never ending 

Sweet guards, rest now, I cup your chin and kiss your cheeks

Take a sweet rest as I say what I must 

I am

I will 

I am not

(Found in my notes app after a night out)