floorboard creak as i walk through the house                    
                           i stop for a moment to listen for you
                                                                         and there you are
                              two steps behind me
                       you're not really there                                                          
but i feel your presence
you're a ghost in my mind                      
you return to me late at night                                          
                or when no one's home
                                                                         i hear your deep chuckle
                                                                                              and can't help but smile
you're two steps behind me                    
you're a ghost in my presence                                  
           but you're there
you're with me
you're reassuring me
                       constantly of your love for me
                                           and my love for you

let your ghost be here                                                      
when you cant                

                                                                                         haunt me
                                                            and never stop

*~**~

its a funny feeling;                            
or lack thereof
                                  when you finally realize

[queue dramatic music]

                                                          you don't care
                                                         you don't give a ****
                                                        nor does anyone else

[queue lights]

and yet,                                          
you feel as though                                  
you maybe should            

[queue curtain open]

so you act.                                                                                  
                                     you pretend to be someone
who you know isn't real

[queue 1st actor]

                                                           a fake person.
in a pretend body                      
                    being who they aren't

[queue 2nd, 3rd, 4th actor/actress]

only because,                                              
the pressures get to you                              
with everyone else pretending too            

[queue light dimming]

                                                                   you change,
feel like its normal                              
to hide who you really are                              

[queue actors/actresses leave]

                                                                        someone who:
                                                                                                    really doesn't care
                                          truthfully doesn't give a ****

*[queue curtain close]

everyone has a shadow
                                                       perpetuity connected to them
following them everywhere
a not so hidden part of them                      

          is it possible to get rid of it    
                        that darkest part of you that follows you everywhere

i've found someone
who slaughtered my shadow                    
      eradicated the darkness of me
                                             they shone a light
not because i asked them      
           they did it, unintentionally
and killed my shadow                            
                         in turn
                             i noticed how                  
when we stand    
hands intertwined              
in full sunlight                            
                                               your shadow's gone

we eliminate the darkness in each other



~      ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼      ~