Pretend it's not Summer

I’m dreading the day
That the summer
Starts doing impressions
Of your shadow.

I've promised myself
not to try and talk
to your ghost.

Pretend this never
happened, pretend
you can't hear me
missing you.

This isn't about a haunted house

Keep thinking of the white walls.
Keep thinking of the clean smells.
Keep thinking of people asleep.
Keep thinking of polite smiles
From people who never look each
other in the eye properly.

Do you realise how blind you've become?

"At the moment, I'm happy doing what I'm doing."
"Do you care that it's making me unhappy?"
That's when he laughed: "No." More laughter, not sure what words to relate it properly. Imagine something that surprises you, appalls you and makes you uncomfortable.
"Do you know what you just said?"
"I'm quite happy doing what I'm doing at the moment."
"Don't you get bored of lying?"
"I'm not lying."
"Do you really mean that you don't care that what you're doing is making me unhappy?"
"You're starting to annoy me; fuck off."
realise

Untitled

Could be anytime.
You came, and stopped caring
and you know that you've never
touched me
like I've touched you.

Nothing

I pulled a couple
of shitty fingers out
and sucked on them.

They tasted like nothing.

The smell
is really
deceiving sometimes.

Maybe there just
wasn't much
on them.

It was almost like
he'd fallen asleep, only
his dreams were interactive.

He turned his head
and gave me
the closest thing
to a smile
that he could muster
from that angle
and in his condition.

From the way
his smile registered,
I think I just stared back,
I couldn't say,
I wasn't paying attention
to my own body; sometimes
I virtually forget
that it's even there.

I spent three hours trying to convince myself not to

Shakes

She never felt more eloquent;
Than falling onto her boyfriend's bed,
Dizzy and trembling from MDMA
Shakes,
Able to embrace a selfishness
She usually tries to hide.