At 2 in the morning,

I could’ve been dancing the night away at some club.

I could be drinking all the Stellas

and flirt with other fellas.

After that, I could rest easy at a Figaro

and avoid another hangover

But nope…

Here I am now,

in a house as silent as ever

While the clubs are surely playing loud house music

And instead of playing the party girl I once was

I now reveal myself as a writer as  I have always been

It just seems to come more naturally

The voices, the colors, the vibe in my head

are louder than any party at this time

The downside is…

LONELINESS

It never actually goes away, really

But partying could surely hide it

unlike writing at 2 in the morning

When everything I try to forget

just hits me harder than ever