Chocolate Pie

I arrive at the party;

hoping I left my brain at home.

I don’t know why I came,

but I feel heavy, like a stone.

I spot a girl with curly hair.

Do I dare walk over there?

I wonder if her dress is really sheer?

Everything is so loud; I cannot hear.

All the silhouettes are blending together;

I feel something tickling my throat, a feather?

In all my dizzing thoughts, I forgot to get a drink.

With all my might, I drag myself toward the sink.

A beer I grab, as cold as ice;

I hope that girl is nice.

I walk to her, stars dancing in front of my eyes.

I say, “Hi.” She says, “Oh, sorry. Bye.”

All the static and noise;

why do these girls like these boys?

She runs off with some guy;

I really need some pie…

Sighing in defeat, I think,

“Should I retreat?”

I bop my head to the mainstream trash;

I feel like I’m burning up into ash.

Maybe I should go home;

buy dinner and eat alone.

I walk out the front door;

Yes! It looks like it’ll pour.