Faded Colours

intoxicated happiness

I didn't see you
again, for weeks. until
I saw you at taylor's party,
drink in hand. you strangled
its neck, adamant to retrieve
every drop.

I watched you, for the majority
of the night. you were happy,
smiling, or so I thought. because
it wasn't you, that was
smiling, it was the alcohol.

you drank more, you
didn't stop, even after your
friends tried to restrain you.
it was then that I
intervened.

I pulled you aside, to
a quiet corner of the house.
it was there that you told
me, you were "so, so happy"
happy because you were
sad. the alcohol was your
medicine that night, because it
held your sadness for you,
while you had fun.

it was after a moment,
of quiet reflection, that you
told me. you told me,
you were sad.