Our mouths don't release words in front of one another, anymore.

What am I thinking?

They never did.

I don't know why my teenage insanity

still draws me to you.

You are a permanent marking on

the shirt of my ghostly humanity.

I wish that I could remove you

from my mess of thoughts,

because I know that I am not in yours.

I've tried, but you still remain.

Maybe, I'm not trying hard enough...

but I did!

Maybe, I'm just masking my desperation

for the things that have turned into endings.

Maybe, I'm just crazy -

the type of crazy that causes people to

fear a lovable connection with me

and my mind full of crazy puzzle pieces.

I'm angry at myself for wanting even

the smallest connection with you.