People think I love to host parties
They think I love
Cleaning up after sloppy drunks
When they spill vodka on my floor
And dump chips
In the corners of my couch
They think that
There is something about
Finding puke in the shower
And things torn off the wall
Makes me want that
Week after week
But the reality is
I hate hosting parties
I just know
That if I don't tell people to come over
I won't ever be invited
So I stress out every Friday night
But I know that feeling lonely
Is so much worse
-They're using me-
YOU ARE READING
Monday Nights
PoetryThis past summer has been compiled of love, heartbreak, friendship, and loss. To cope with all of these feelings, I started writing poetry, and decided to compile all of these stories in a poetry book called "Monday Nights."
