I may be tipsy
I may be tipsy and the thoughts are random but all the photos that once gave me joy no longer do.
I cant see them as I used to. It all changed in a heartbeat.
I may be tipsy and time has passed since then but the sadness you caused hasnt dimmed.
It still hurts now, the holidays with a Narcissist. What a happy time, eh!
I may be tipsy and I’m still scared. Scared of you and of who I’ve become.
Scared of the realisation it’s not a passing phase, this is me now. Me after you.
No amount of tipsy will ever change that.