Dear Ghost,
My mom asked if I talk to you anymore
I asked her what for
But in her eyes I saw my own break
She wanted to know about the things
that were still uncertain when you were with me
I told her I don't know anymore
I think she knew the breath it would take
We laughed about how prom season was over
I guess she forgot how I went alone
I told her I'm excited for what's in store
Though my voice cracked over talking about you
And to my friends we laugh about your name
Or about the way you dressed or your hair
And I want to scream that it's not fair
And I want to hope you feel the same
Even though my life is fine without you
Even though I don't want you
There's a burn the shape of your name
And I think I will always feel the same
Because that's what love does to you
Apr 28, 2025
Apr 28, 2025 at 2:03 AM UTC
My hope lingers on my tounge
So I wash it down with the exclamations of being young
Oh I'm oh so young!
I tell them, watching the setting sun
The sun that closes each fleeting day
Full of heartbreak that leads the way
Of youth to a bitter adulthood of joy and play
Of sunny days edged in gray
Still summer comes and goes too quick
Maybe, we think, this year the feeling will stick
But the spring hasn't ended and our eyes are slick
The clock still follows its tick, tick, tick
Apr 1, 2025
Apr 1, 2025 at 2:55 PM UTC
In the limited experience
The teenage mind exhibits
A Greek tragedy arises
With no will nor thought left to prohibit it
From following the fall
To be loved by all those around
Yet so utterly alone, is this fault owned?
Have the stars behind our eyes
Been blinded instead of honed
Coming home on your knees you crawl
To be loved to be loved to be loved
To pine to pine to pine
Tempting fate or maybe raging hormones
Listening to Arctic Monkeys at one because we're fine
With this unknown wall
Jan 19, 2025
Jan 19, 2025 at 5:35 AM UTC
Craving sunlight
The kind thats not quite right
The kind you'd fight to have
But instead cuts you into two halves
If my melodramatic teenage angst phase
Could be more than a cliché phrase
Would I paraphrase instead of ode
Light candles on the streets I rode
Jan 10, 2025
Jan 10, 2025 at 2:20 AM UTC
Us kind of people my love
Are meant for this world
This life
Meant for every push, welcoming every shove
Tragedy befalls the beautiful or the detested
In the eyes of its maker
True grace
The mercy of a life that could never be bested
What other life could suit our sweet designs?
Grapple our love and hatred, its sorrow
And leave us with nostalgia in its wake
My love, we were meant to dance outside the box, to follow the colored lines
Jan 9, 2025
Jan 9, 2025 at 4:00 AM UTC
Can't kiss my mother with this mouth
A mouth stained with the taste
Somberly stained with blood
Thick blood drained from my teeth
The teeth pressed into my tounge
A tounge holding back every word
Lousy words that would explain
Perfectly explain why I hate I hate
I hate how much I love whats gone
Jan 6, 2025
Jan 6, 2025 at 5:11 AM UTC
I want to be the ghost
That haunts your every move
Each car that passes too quickly
Every song thats meant to soothe
Reminding you of the way I sang it when we drove for ten hours straight like we were gods
I want to be the apparition
In the corner of your eye
The laugh on the other side of the room
Who you want to comfort you each time you cry
Thats always out of grasp just like breath was over spring break when all we could speak was in nods
I want to be the hallucination
Every time you go to sleep
In the same way you haunt every day and night I'm awake
I want you to tiptoe around your memories the way I creep
But really I just want to know you hurt the way I do, even though in the end it was my fault you no longer respond
Jan 6, 2025
Jan 6, 2025 at 3:44 AM UTC
Is it selfish
That I miss your secrets, your loudness
The way I knew everything
Or I thought I did
Is it selfish
That I miss being the one, you turned to when a mess
Laughing the loudest with
Because there was nothing we hid
Is it selfish
That I miss every **** thing, every habit
Each small moment
Like we were all eachother had
Is it selfish
That I miss calling you mine, the only one who could have it
A world as perfect as you
Even though in the end I made you sad
Jan 6, 2025
Jan 6, 2025 at 3:33 AM UTC
In the distance I can hear fireworks
Explosions of color
Echoing something new
No fear but excitement and wonder
I'm tired now
Of the blandness in each day
Or the color that fades too quickly
Never staying like they say
I miss the brightness of your sun
Though I said I'd stop missing you
There hasn't been a day I didn't picture us
Near again like we could be something new
Dec 31, 2024
Dec 31, 2024 at 4:24 AM UTC
My bra's don't fit right
anymore
My hair is too long and too short
I don't know what I keep it for
My eyes are tired at the sight
but sleep seems impossible
My lips are cracked
the skin is dry
My fingernails are peeling
the feeling is unnerving
My body feels too big like I lacked
the right to be myself
My ego is too big
for the self-esteem I posses
My friendships I've kept
don't seem to last
My hole I continuously dig
has been filled at last
Dec 11, 2024
Dec 11, 2024 at 2:06 AM UTC