Goodbye

We lost it.

(We never had it.)

We sit, we smoke, we avoid eye contact.
We are exhausted.

Late night, Friday night. I avoid my phone,
Dressed up but not ready to go.
Procrastinating the night, The mistakes.
The numbness.
The descent.

I arrive to the shots, the laughter, the crowd,
Drawing on a smile, hoping it doesn’t smear.
Shots. Shots. Flames. Burning.
Goodbye.

On the balcony, swaying trying to remain
Upright. Silence sharpening its knife.
A girl drinking vodka straight
Inside.
A game of beer pong,
Shouts I can’t hear but
See.

He inched closer and I rambled on
Avoiding what I knew was expected
With the equations we write in order to
Forget.
His lips were against mine, aggressive.
We are Desperate.

Reviews

[Michael Kevin Spencer]

I can actually safely see a party in this! My favorite part:

On the balcony, swaying trying to remain
Upright. Silence sharpening its knife.
A girl drinking vodka straight

[saratogaparty]

Thank you! you went straight to the party haha

[Michael Kevin Spencer]

Yes I just told them I knew you.

[Rufus "Mr Blaque" Lacy,..]

Wonderful imagery of the scenery, I really understood the environment and mood, nicely pinned...

[writing mojo]

sounds like those tails of mascot drunken haze my college daze pissed away,
you clay together your train wreck scenes well....great piece

[saratogaparty]

Train Wrecks are my specialty.

[ObscurityNone]

Sounds like college, I suppose if that's the case you wrote this pretty well. I like the feel.

[saratogaparty]

haha! Yup, this was my friend's 21st birthday party a couple of years ago. Glad the message was conveyed well enough for you to feel it. Thank you!