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

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

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