Cabinet

It's been an angst filled week
And one hell-of-a confusing day.

I didn't go to the midnight show that I promised I would,
Good friends and even better music
Didn’t sound alright tonight.
I'm not going to the party after either
Where twisting lights and bottles of empty joy
Fill their tiny apartment.
No,
Instead I'm sitting in an empty house
With R.E.M. blasting through an old record player that needs a new needle.

I'm in tears every other minuet
And trying to jiggle the liquor cabinet open
In-between wiping the wetness off my softly red cheeks.

You said that I could call you if I needed,
But you're at a sleepover
And I'm not even sure you can stand me anyway now
So instead I'll just keep banging on the cabinet door
Hoping that by some miracle this night will pass and this door will stay locked.

I want to do something
But all I can seem to do is wait until
I finally can’t take it enough.
After all, I haven’t forgotten where my mom hides the
Real
Stuff.