You're drunk at a party and look at me innocently.
"Why are you so mean to me?"
And it catches me off guard. I stop thinking and my mind spins at the same time.
I tease all my friends. I really like you. I want to find a reason to hold your attention.
All I can come up with is an answer that has me bitting my tongue and ruminating for days after. "Because it's fun."
A couple days later. After teasing you again. My way of flirting without drawing suspicious or resulting in rejection. In the midst of it I remember what you asked and how I responded. Having never experienced being drunk myself I assumed that it blurs your memory and in the morning you remembered virtually nothing. But earlier we were discussing the party and you recalled more than I expected- anything at all.
"Do you think I'm mean to you?"
You shrug it off, " it doesn't matter." I can't decipher if it's lighthearted.
And I wonder if that's true or not.
In the back of my mind I try to file away the idea for the future to not tease you so much.
YOU ARE READING
Metamorphosis
Poetry"You do not cease to exist just because I wish you to." Started: 4/3/20 Finished: 8/20/20 My 6th poetry book.
