Party of One

It gets dark

I feel dumb; got a million bad habits:

Not sleeping, biting my tongue

Dancing in this world alone

My fake friends complain about studying

I study the floor

Internet raised us-

we’re alone

My best friend, we’re alone

Know we’re not everlasting

So gladly, one day when people are talking

Raise a glass, get still

Get rough, make a mess

Get away with it,

go home and get clean

You’re dancing, my best friend.

When people are talking, people are talking people

Let ‘em happen.

(This is a “found” poem from A World Alone by Lorde)