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

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

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

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

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

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