Many ways you can get drunk,
But pre-planned rings the most hollow
And desperate and tonight I feel a little
Desperate a little drunk a little
Tired.
New love makes you tired.
Most poets don't tell you that,
They want to believe new love makes
You sleepless aching and hot in the
Long, long night.
But it really isn't like that.
New love is like coming home after
Being out in the cold for a long, long time
And slipping into your favorite night wear
By a roaring fire that's been built for you
In advance and someone handing you the drink
You've been thirsting for
And putting your feet up as your drooping eyes
Close you feel an afghan being dropped
Over you covering you in so much
Fucking warmth.
New love is like sleep
A long time coming.
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