night of a party

loud music, karaoke,

barbecue on the balcony,

smirnoffs and local beers,

zoom in on me holding

the mic, trying to have

a good time.

watch as everyone

loses themselves or falls

apart, some into laughter,

others into tears. it's time

to leave and i'm wondering

why do boys only call me

pretty when they're drunk?

they wrap their arms around

me and whisper in my ear,

tell me i'm special when

i've never felt less. it's hard

to be believable with alcohol

on your breath. so i just fall

into bed, more alone than

exhausted.