The Interior Decorator

This could be just an un-eventful party,
Or it could be, just me.
It could be a matter of timing
Between arriving and departing,
But most likely, just me.

Now I'm looking at the cornice
Like it was one interesting piece
Between two different shades of boring.
And like a painting,
It seems to be beauty, stuck hanging.

It must be the first thing that stole my focus.
Says a lot more about the centre pieces.
Maybe I'm like the cornice?
Always between two different shades of boring.
Making the scenery more accepting,
Smoothing over the squares all around me.

Speaking of changing,
In a matter of noticing,
SHE could also be
A cornice to ME!
It makes perfect sense.
You are to me what I feel for this scenery.
That's why you stand out so much,
Curves and lines among the flush.

You make the room easy on the eyes.
Hiding cracks and corners with curves and lines.

I didn't see it coming
But without you the room is nothing.
The only thing left to prove
Is wether the interior decorator
Chose the right piece for the right mood?
That's where it falls in a heap,
A cornice is only good for just one thing;
Purely for the art of distracting,
Making the scenery more attracting.

Suddenly she's nothing to me
Like I'm nothing in my surroundings.
More to the point:
I'm just bored of this party.