You Are A Party

You are a party in my head. You are for me. You look beautiful. You start out awkward but you end up wild and full of rambling conversation. Your punch is spiked. I feel light headed and my dress is getting puffier and girlier by the minute. Your music is sweet and loud. My hair feels soft and shiny. You are decorated and colourful, a thousand morsels of glitter under fairy lights. You are wild. You are flirting and dancing everywhere. You are dangerous, you could get busted and shut down at any moment now. I am magnetised. I want to pounce into every space you have like a big cat. I love moving around you. It seems like everyone is in love with you.