more drunk

what we'll do
at the ripe old age
of twenty two.
you'll find me
i'll find you.
amidst the welsh
(when we're so angry)
and i'll try to help
if you'll let me.
because your name
is tattooed on my eyelids
and you had a lip ring...
i found your eyes
you were smiling.
you span me around
in the rain
a way to earn your place
where friends stood their ground
and left you
in the dance.
to eat cheeseburgers
and the pots of ketchup
on the cold, cold cardiff streets.
massaging away the goose pimples
that showed their face
on your soft arms.
using my earnings
to keep you away
from all our cardiff harm.
soft lips touching a powdered cheek.
you won't remember me,
in a year,
a month,
a week.
just sit wondering
how your wallet stayed
in your pocket.
and your eyes didn't get purple
from an impromptu beating..
you kept my heart beating.
and beating.
and beating.