we don’t always get along
But she shows me
All the time
She is kind
We don’t always get along
But she is
Always there with a cup
Of tea and a smile
I’ve grown up
I want to be on my own
But I will always have the memories
They don’t leave because I move.
The quality time becomes more important.
I’m a dancing ghost
I walk through life here, invisible…
I awoke to a glance and she continued to do her nails
We glide around each other without a word
It’s like I don’t exist
I want to say something
It feels like I will explode
Can ghosts explode?
But I’m a ghost that she chooses not to see
After all the fighting
I should not crave her love
But tears run through my ghostly figure
Because I want her to understand me
I’m pale and transparent to everyone
I’m not worth the time.
I’m cold I’m an illusion. I’m a mockery
There is agony in being ignored.
You never get used to it, even as a ghost.
I am a phantom.
I want to walk in a room
And be real.
I want a body and a skin and a soul
Because as fun as gliding is
I don’t want to be a ghost anymore.
The frequent plight
Disturbs my night
I lie awake and say
I cannot bear to be unsure another day
There are benefits to both
One seeming to push me ahead
The one of comfort won’t bring me there
It will backwards instead
So I say move in to a place you have been to many times.
Use the chance you have!
Take the opportunity to live with
People that care about you
Because they say the time when you are most scared, that’s when you jump.
So I move off the ledge and I fly.
See you on the other side.
The new me.