To love is to let go…
I let you go.

The sad thing is, you’re not a liar.
Alcohol doesn’t give you desire.
Did alcohol make you want to kiss me?

I turned down your invitation,
it would have been unethical to go to a motel
with a drunk man.

Would it be too much to ask for a love that could stay?
I wanted it,
I won’t deny that.

You said: I love you!
That was your biggest lie that night.
Unethical.

I said that it had been
the best night of my life.
It was a lie…
Unethical.

You said your dick was big.
You wanted to see how mine measured up.

We admired the stars.
You got sick.
I took care of you.

In the back seat of the car,
you kissed me.

I let you.
Unethical.

I took you to your room,
you were my boss’s son.
Unethical.

The next day,
it wasn’t your fault,
it was the alcohol’s fault.
Unethical!

With love, Bruno Zampirolli