floating past my nose
there is a puff ball of fuzz
lost from the pillow fight
i just had with this ghost
of the one i loved
a long time ago
but love is really something
i don't like

when i turn the switch up
i think it's insanity
with the lights off, much more natural
they think weird things of me
when i don't come in until invited

well it's just the truth
i'll say what i know but i'm not hungry
and i'll hang upside down on the playground monkey bars
with a black eye and ideas
of how to solve my viewpoint

when i wake up at night
and put on sunglasses at day
do you think you know me
or do you wish you did
but it's okay
to say i love
or you like
because i'm still alive



eh, another vampire-ish poem. and one right after the other! fresh out of the thinker. i'm on a role at 4:16 AM. I'VE BEEN IN A VAMPIRE MOOD LATELY.