Alone Again Tonight

Went out with friends last night, thought maybe I could meet someone who understood me. Ended up just drinking too much and going home alone. In my room, the loneliness hit hard. Needed something, so I reached for that old box of memories under my bed, leather cuffs, a riding crop, some blindfolds. Played out scenes in my mind with them, felt like an idiot moving pieces around without anyone to share it with. Then put everything back and cried myself to sleep.