oh to be alone

To live with ghosts requires solitude.
But to live in solitude requires ghosts.

i was gone

Did you miss me while I was gone?

Funny thing is, I think you did.

Want to know something even funnier?

I didn't miss you.

promise me

'I'll be okay,' you say.
I believe you. Of course I believe you.

Of course you will.

But what about me?
Will I?

float

I feel strangely disconnected today, as though something major is missing. It's as though I am floating, somehow, as though the anchors that usually hold me in place aren't here.
It's a strange sensation, one of almost loneliness, but at the same time I'm not alone.
I'm not entirely sure why I feel this way. People who I normally see were missing today, but there's no-one I could put my finger on. In fact, the people I would expect to miss the most were around, and still I feel like this.
It's not like I had a particularly bad day or anything; in fact, by normal standards it was quite a good day. No internals, no real work, no homework due or horrid teachers to deal with, a nice evening surprisingly well-planned ahead. I even had hot chips for lunch, which was a completely unexpected bonus. But still. It's strange.
Perhaps it's the book I'm reading.

overreact

overreact should be a song
'cause it's all that's playing in my head.

overreact
overreact
overreact
overreact
overreact
overreact
overreact
overreact

until i can't hear
what it means
anymore.

us

i can't believe
how blind we are.

how we look at them and scathe
and laugh and mock and look away.
how we listen to them and look astounded
as though what they have is so ridiculous.

how we act as though we're so superior
so above so beyond reproach.

when if you peel us back, layer by layer
underneath we are the same.

underneath, they are no longer them
but us.

for the only thing holding us apart
is whether we scathe or not
and how deeply our secrets are buried.

slide

i’m beginning to feel
as though you are some kind
of slippery yellow slope
that i am slowly falling off.

once we sat together
at the top of the slide,
your hand
in mine.