blather
there_is_a_party
peyton in the kitchen
i can hear the voices
the clinking of drinks
the laughter
the really bad singing
i dont want to drink
i dont want to be the sober guy
so i can't go in there
so i'll listen
considerately
i'll try not to reach out
i'll ignore the sounds
sex
sex
sex
sex
so much sex and drugs
and drinks
paper dolls
dancing on the ceiling
this is the life i want
this is it
i am where i want to be
primed
two nights ago
i was horribly drunk
ridiculous
and in the party
the drinks were mine
the girls were there
i looked
they smiled
i was bronzed
but not tonight
my crowd is gone
and in that place
an empty space
of people
a crowd
the next day it was with someone new
she took something
i cant feel it anymore
but its hollow
like something stolen
but i can only see the imprint
on the table
i feel it
the desperation
i really have to keep moving
i'm too sedentary
too hollow
too ignored
way too ignored
my friends are all out of town
on the same weekend
she is with her baby
and her goddamned husband
and it is quite obvious
she doesn't give a fuck about me
even if
i was fantastic
because i was
fantastic
infinite
without bounds
stellar
a sign of the stars
and now
on a friday night
or a saturday morning
they're having that goddamn party
and i'm in the vault
of blue and neon
and ultraviolet
i'm so creative
and addicted
and back
even though i said i wasn't
i look around
and i see lies

I SEE YOUR LIES.

i read them everyday
you're like everyone else
and when you look at your pretty hair
in the mirror
you're like them

but that has nothing to do
with this story
and this party
and this release
i am a blather_basketcase
tonight
it seems
i need my own party
with my friends
and my drinks
even i had some
i would play my music
and greet all the guests
and laugh
and make lame jokes
and be completely drunk
and it might be me
having sex
in the other room
instead of two people i don't know
outside my window
or in the basement
051008
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egger finds this suiting her headspace admirably. 051008