Restroom

Tell me, stranger

You, in the club's toilet

fixing your hair

spreading your lipstick

Are you here for a reason?

Is our five-minute friendship

a sign from the universe?

Is this existentialism personified?

Are you a metaphor

but one too blurry and unclear to decipher?

tell me, friend,

you there, holding me close

in front of the bathroom mirror,

how did we get here?

these clothes don't fit well,

the makeup feels heavy

the drinks get me worried

i can't find my house keys

why did i try so hard

to end up unhappy?

tell me stranger

my glimmer of something to hold onto

to make this all worthwhile

before you go back out tell me

why are you leaving me forever

you were supposed to make this bad songs and strobe lights make sense

why did you suddenly eternally disappear

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