when the shoes are off
The dress lays crumpled in the corner
Lipstick stains the champagne flutes and floors are sticky with celebratory remnants
There is me.
Wrapped in the sheets
Mascara stained cheeks.
Crying because the party ended
Rather than relishing in the joy that the party happened.
Broken crown and lonely…I just hate when the music stops and all that’s left is the confetti.