Drunk Dialing Often Leads to Broken Hearts

Being a writer,
you'd expect me to hang onto every word.

But I don't.
I don't get up and fall in love after one coversation.

So,
it took me by surprise that after one of our conversations,
you know what kind of conversation I mean,
I still thought of you.
Before I slept.
After I woke up.
While I showered.

I thought of what you said.
I smiled,
blushing to myself,
every time I thought of what we said to each other.

I think I have feelings for you.
I have a fear, which I sincerely hope isn't true,
that all your feelings towards me are right below your belt.

I think I have feelings for you.
I have a fear, which I sincerely hope isn't true,
that all I am to you is some loose, young girl you can drunk dial.

I don't want to be drunk dialed.
I don't want you to hit it 'n' quit it.

I want your attention,
but not in the way I've been receiving it.
I want more than just a gentle
'good night.'
When we're done.

I want you to tell me I'm beautiful.
Don't tell me I turn you on.
I want you to tell me you want me to be close, so you can hold me in your arms.
Don't tell me you want me in your bed.
I want you to tell me I mean something special to you.
Don't tell me about how you can give me free grass if we hang out.

I want you to call me (sober),
and tell me I mean something to you.