He Was Drunk, But I Was Drunker

He was drunk but I was drunker.

He was lonely but I was lonelier.
He kissed me hard but I kissed back harder.
I can still feel those drunken kisses until now.
I can still taste the loneliness from your mouth.
I want to do it all over again but I can’t; I won’t,
because at the end of the day, it was alcohol.
It was lust.
It was loneliness.
It wasn’t you.
It wasn’t me.
It wasn’t us
Or what we can be.
We were just fooling around.
We can easily do it again if we wanted to
You wanted to.
I didn’t.
Because deep down in my heart
I knew we couldn’t.