POEM

death of a party rocker

i was at the party and i didn't have any alcohol

i thought to myself 'it's pointless to take this adderall'

i stood aimlessly in different locations

sometimes i pretended to get a text message

i stared at instagram

three times, i pretended to have to go to the bathroom

i stared at twitter

while in the bathroom line, i tweeted these things:

'social anxiety brought on by soulja boy'

'want to take xanax and play clue'

'inner monologue at this party consists entirely of 'no', 'why' and 'jesus' in various combinations'

i feel like i can't party anymore

i just want to lie in bed and kiss you softly