this has been in my drafts for a while so might as well post it


The night is still young,
and so are we…

we pretend to be gods and goddesses;

paint our eyelids red and our lips gold,

at odds with the common thoughts.

we roll our eyes and pour lighter fluid

onto fires we normally keep tame.

nothing’s tame during

this time of masquerade.

quips fly quick to the tongue,

and our wicked lips

form sweet smiles

that are somehow even more dangerous.

—  we’re different people at 2 am but that’s okay