Jun 2016
Summer nights long forgotten filled with sticky air and ***** feet.
Nights that didnt begin until 10 pm.
I was always the ghost when we played ghost in the graveyard,
running to the same hiding spot among the wheat every time.
All I could hear was my breathing and their screams as they pretended to look for me and very quickly give up
I picked at grass for hours as the moon inflated and the air tricked you into thinking it was December and not August
They would always start a bonfire and tell stories and laugh.
I have scars on my feet from running so fast down that dirt road,
always just stopping before hitting the interstate.
I was only 10. I still believed in belonging.
I am always the ghost on friday nights.
Empty invites,
“come back to my place for a few drinks, my parents are out of town. Everyone’s coming.”
Just take me home.
Please just take me home.
Don’t look at me like that.
My house is the third on the right.
The girl I made a blood pact with won’t look at me in the hallway.
The boy I held as he cried about his father sits with a girl I know he can’t love.
I have friends, oh I have so many friends.
We used to run through the forests like our soles were on fire.
Little did we know soon it wouldn’t be just the skin under our feet that was burning.
We used to pretend we had super powers.
She used to say she could make force fields,
and I don’t doubt for a second that when she refuses dinner and goes to her room early that a force field is exactly what she has made.
He said he was so strong he could lift buildings,
now he can’t even lift his eyelids as we make eye contact across the lunchroom.
I said I could talk to animals and now I speak more to my dog than to my father.
We said we had superpowers.
Everyone has a superpower.
I don’t even have to be drunk not to feel anything.
I was voted most likely to rule the world by my class.
I didn’t even think people knew I existed.
I talk to a boy who is so far away and as he claims he will see me soon I can’t help but think the future he speaks of when he’s high is nothing but a pipe dream.
Doesn’t he know that I’m destined to rule the world?
Doesn’t he know I have superpowers?
Doesn’t he know that on that night they forgot me 7 years ago I learned that my home wasn’t on the right?
Or the left?
Doesn’t he know that I’m lost?
Nights that didnt begin until 10 pm.
I was always the ghost when we played ghost in the graveyard,
running to the same hiding spot among the wheat every time.
All I could hear was my breathing and their screams as they pretended to look for me and very quickly give up
I picked at grass for hours as the moon inflated and the air tricked you into thinking it was December and not August
They would always start a bonfire and tell stories and laugh.
I have scars on my feet from running so fast down that dirt road,
always just stopping before hitting the interstate.
I was only 10. I still believed in belonging.
I am always the ghost on friday nights.
Empty invites,
“come back to my place for a few drinks, my parents are out of town. Everyone’s coming.”
Just take me home.
Please just take me home.
Don’t look at me like that.
My house is the third on the right.
The girl I made a blood pact with won’t look at me in the hallway.
The boy I held as he cried about his father sits with a girl I know he can’t love.
I have friends, oh I have so many friends.
We used to run through the forests like our soles were on fire.
Little did we know soon it wouldn’t be just the skin under our feet that was burning.
We used to pretend we had super powers.
She used to say she could make force fields,
and I don’t doubt for a second that when she refuses dinner and goes to her room early that a force field is exactly what she has made.
He said he was so strong he could lift buildings,
now he can’t even lift his eyelids as we make eye contact across the lunchroom.
I said I could talk to animals and now I speak more to my dog than to my father.
We said we had superpowers.
Everyone has a superpower.
I don’t even have to be drunk not to feel anything.
I was voted most likely to rule the world by my class.
I didn’t even think people knew I existed.
I talk to a boy who is so far away and as he claims he will see me soon I can’t help but think the future he speaks of when he’s high is nothing but a pipe dream.
Doesn’t he know that I’m destined to rule the world?
Doesn’t he know I have superpowers?
Doesn’t he know that on that night they forgot me 7 years ago I learned that my home wasn’t on the right?
Or the left?
Doesn’t he know that I’m lost?
