Tequila Rose

I told you through text I was going to drink myself to death tonight
Except I didnt
All my words and sentences ended with smiley faces and exclamation points
"Fifth shot down!"
I told you, while I vomited on the tile
Fumbling with razor blades drunk hands couldn't make art like they used to
I couldn't find the words to say that I still love you
I also couldn't remember how to say cumbersome
And you thought that was funny
I said your laugh was beautiful
You said so was mine
Perhaps the alcohol helped me believe you  
Perhaps it was because it was 4 in the morning
And the cotton candy colors of sun's first rays
Peaked from behind moutain silhouettes
And my legs felt half sunken into my bed
And I guess
I would have to try again tomorrow