Wednesday, January 25, 2012
Calling you at this ungodly hour
Almost certain that you will be bothered
Apologizing for my drunken state
I guess this is how my feelings translate.
There's no way in hell I would have done this
In broad daylight, try not to reminisce
But what cold breeze on this dark autumn night
Slightly emotional after midnight.
Perhaps I had a little more to drink
Normally, my sorrows I do not sink
Although drunk dialing is not so smart
The truth is I am pouring out my heart.
Wanted to hear your voice right about now
Even if tomorrow, I'll raise an eyebrow
Aware that this is pretty much absurd
Barely coherent, I'm fairly hammered.
Miss you more than I will ever admit
It is like there's a hole in my spirit
You're still everything that I desire
The one that sets my heart on ice and fire.
I called you at this ungodly hour
Absolutely sure that you are bothered
Forgive me for my vulnerable state
Lost my heart and my mind, I can't locate.
- Nicole Bataclan
(Drunk Dialing appears on these pages with the permission of the author, Nicole Bataclan, and originally appeared on The Writings of Nicole Bataclan. Nicole is the Bureau Editor in Zurich, Switzerland for Roots and Wings - A Magazine for Filipinos in Europe. A regular contributor to the Bar None Group, Nicole is also available for freelance work.)