Midnight party
By Eugenia Avalos Portela
The most amazing birthday party is going to start
Everyone’s invited
Some friends are coming and I’m scared of having them here
I’ve prepared delicious dinner and amazing wine
I’m sitting there expecting them even though I don’t know why
Look! Here are they !
Anxiety has her most expensive red dress ever and it looks really good on her
And look ! There’s insecurity out there with his black suit
And we can’t forget the fact that depression is wearing nice clothes and it looks good on her
Yeah, eventually I’m sitting here expecting my friends and doing absolutely nothing to save myself from the darkness
I’m so glad that he is coming to my party, yeah that boy that I always talk to my friends about
I’m expecting Him so badly
I took a bath just to look presentable that day
I took a therapy all by myself in my room before that party
Just for him to notice me
Just to be sure that my words won’t fail
Yes, and of course I wore high heels
And of course I put that dress that fits me like If I was a princess from an old tale
And of course I want you there
Because my heart expects the best when I’m giving up
And my mind is having a bad time
And my thoughts are screaming : PLEASE help me I beg you , no more!
And just because I want you
And I need you more than you think
So please join me to the party
Because after all I will kick them all out just so we can be together one night
Were the candles are going to light up the dark room of my heart
And it’s not longer doing nothing
And when my mind says yes and my heart says oh not again
It’s when I know it’s not okay but I want to chain up myself
Because that’s how love is for me in this moment
When it’s wrong and it’s a lot
When I’m tired of loving all by myself
And it’s unacceptable for me not missing you and not wanting you
And it will be like Alighieri’s nine cicles of Hell when I will be saying goodbye to you
Because I’m not ready
Jesus, this is so hard for me
Taste my lips like warmth in the cold winter
Don’t make me fall into the abyss once more
I’m thinking about you every single day of my life
Please, come to my party
It will be an honor to say goodbye
One last time
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