I'll never forget that night

I'll never forget how I felt that night

Or how I moved

Or how I sipped my drinks

Or how I wore that dress

With those earrings

And them thights

I won't forget, how I stuffed my bra and sucked in my belly and how those men, that where three times my age, had looked at me, when I happened to pass by their tables

I'll never forget inhaling the strawberry smoke while dancing by myself, turning round and round, taking another hit

I'll never forget smiling to myself, as another persons ID got me through the front door

I'll never forget that that pretty girl kissed me.

How we where playing truth or dare, just us. A group of girls sitting around a table.

Telling us how much we loved and adored each other.

Making promises that where not meant to be kept or remembered.

I'll never forget running through the rain with that group of girls. Faster and faster. Cursing our shoes.

Laughing and dancing in the warm, wet air.

The small town lights and the young men in their cars honking at us.

Stealing that shopping cart.

Turning around just to keep feeling dizzy.

The moon looking down at us, silently watching, not judging, just showing us the way.

Shakey dance steps, trying to not trip, despite having all them drinks.

Looking like a work of art, with my green eyeshadow and my red lipstick, smudged and on another girls cheek.

My hair on my bare back. Wodka and Coke. An old man's pub. How fucking amazing it felt to be young.

That night

That night that felt like a movie.

That night that felt like a song.

That night, that tasted like bittersweet strawberry. And girls friendships. And youth. And beauty. And nostalgia.

I'll never forget that night.