sober

tonight I was surrounded by bottles and people

bottles, people, more bottles 

and at one point I had a bottle in my hand

three minutes it took 

I glimpsed, I held, but did not taste 

three minutes I had 

but did not taste. 

the boy who used me was there,

along with the one who drove me home and the other who I despised;

all held bottles,

which eventually became empty. 

the boy who used me said he knew heartbreak,

I said I knew it more. 

he laughed and he turned away

and found someone that was just a little bit less pathetic than me.

he held a bottle,

but had two in his back pocket.

the rest of them talked loudly 

the rest of them yelling cheers 

and in the middle of them

I stood still;

idle and bottle-less

sober. 

and I longed for the taste.