Writing

The light flickers in my bedroom

as I brush my hair;

I remember that theory that it’s someone dead trying to speak to you,

I’m sure it’s just a thing from movies.

The light flickers again in the bathroom 

at the beginning of the end 

you went to shake my hand 

i followed it with an embrace 

for i could not face 

what i knew would come 

All I want is you,

I try,

I try to talk to you,

spend time with you,

but it just annoys you,

I don't know what to do anymore.

I text you,

you ask 'what do you want?'

live in the moment

i'm trying so hard to look 

   at you

and not to think of the possibilities i know

   i can't have,

all the things you rejected the moment

Hello Summer,

I see you on the boardwalk;

In every screw, and plank, and scratch,

Your every nook and my personality match. 

Hello Summer,

When you're sad, your hot tears shed

there is peace in the darkness, an 

alluring sense of acceptance in failure 

closed eyes & open eyes both see the same 

but please 

stick out your hand