Party Addicted

The echo of distant footsteps trickle through the air,

As I catch my breath before you reach the door.

So that I might be effortless as I step out of the night,

And into your arms.

Like it is paramount that I appeared on your doorstep,

Like I didn’t sit on the bus for far too long, and walk a bit too fast,

For a body that I treat with too little respect.

Like it would ruin everything if you thought of me as anything less than

Greater than human.

But I’m not, I guess. I find that hard to admit.

As I nod to your guests, and shackle opinions,

Of anything but obvious easy answers, and sure things,

The couch wraps around my body, hiding the tension held within it.

And a joke escapes my mouth, before anything true finds its way out.

I’ll smile for real when you walk in the room,

I’ll tell you it’s because of something else.

You’ll believe me because you don’t know better,

And I’ll resent you, because I don’t either.