Sidestepped advances are the worst kinds of dances

And you could never dance well to begin with

Could you?

I am proud of my recklessness

Careless abandon

You are cowed by your own life

And dissatisfaction

You didn’t come here to dance, though. Did you?

You came for the punch and to be carried by a dancer

At least for a little while

And when the buzz wore off

You followed me home anyway,

But you wanted to stand outside in the rain

Indecisiveness indicative of your cowardice

Pleasure less important than the familiar comfort of pain

This is a smile, my dear

Something I should’ve known for a while, my dear