sloppy love-poem hammered

what is WITH these poems???  mek;ladskd.  people coming to my house. several that I have a crush on, which could make for an interesting night of Shakespearean proportions.  The comedy! the drama!
——

 well I could have been
in love
but there is a
distinct possibility

I was just intoxicated

I’m always getting drunk
on things that
aren’t alcohol

metaphorically sloshed on
the snow, the rain,
frank sinatra songs

I got smashed on a swing-set
once
you know
limbs furiously
stabbing the sky
screaming into the
wind

the way you believe
you can fly
for an infinite split-second

anyways,
that night it was you

sometimes
perfection
hits harder than an
ice-cream
truck,
harder than a
fifth of vodka

yours absolutely
floors me