New piece after editing several drafts. Came out nice.

We were drunk. Real drunk. And we spoke in cursive. And you sucked on my kiss.
I bit your lips, slapped your ass, and pulled your hair afraid you wouldn't remember me.

My friends said I did all the wrong things,
but they didn't go out with us that night,
they didn't have our drinks.

I felt you.
You felt me.
I hope I'm engraved in your memory.