The place

“Read the letter.”

I picked the letter up

And I saw the words

“Come to our party!”

I’d rather not.

Who cares about balloons and alcohol

Confetti and those girls

Smiling at me.

Who wants that noisy atmosphere

The music blaring at its height

The outfits that barely cover anything.

Maybe me

But not there.

There it is girls

Who smile at me slyly.

I’d rather go to my escape

A place where guys say hi

A place where my friends don’t go

A place nobody knows I go

And I’d like to keep it that way.

There I can be in a corner

Reading a good book

A faded halloween cup in my hands

Hot chocolate and marshmallows

And maybe a bar

Of chocolate.

And maybe a someone more

Reading over my shoulder

His head resting on mine

As I hear his

Calm

Quiet

Heartbeat.

I rip the letter up.

I’m going to the party

I lie.

I head to the place of refuge

And safety.

Thank you

I whisper

To the place.