Love me cause you can, and not because you should.
Ghosts came back to haunt me today.
The place I hadn't seen in 9 months, a white prison and sanctuary, my AP-in-a-bag banging against my leg. It took me extra long to get ready this morning, I had to look like it had done me well to quit (it has).
It doesn't take me long to settle in, watching Grace and Holly and Claire and Savannah and Autumn compete like stars. It was weird though. I felt a little out of place, it was the same, only different. Autumn grew about 8 inches, Savannah grew out and dyed her hair, Grace has ankle braces, wrist braces, and knee braces like she's all bandaged up to be a mummy for Halloween. The setting didn't change, it never does. We don't have the money to get new things there. We. I mean they.
Daniel changed too, taller, hair grown out. He'd been dating that Sarah girl for about a year now, I remember a time when I was crushing on him so bad. But nothing but vacancy shown out of his brown eyes, just like how Bridget's shine now. She hugged me first, and promptly told me first off how many boyfriends she's had, how much she loves her new cell phone, all the while flipping her pretty silky hair and flaunting her pink shirt. She hated pink. She never wore makeup. She was never too popular, shadowed by her sister, but now she's talking like she grew up too fast, and has something to prove now.
I told my story a hundred times, it seems like. I'm in dance ensemble at school, it's like a colourguard, you know? Flags and stuff, we spin and toss them. We had a fall season, our theme was Stonehenge, we were brilliant. We do dance too in the winter, you know ballet and jazz and stuff, and we have a parade season too. I'm in hard classes. It's stressful.
They would all tell me the gossip of the gym, (don't miss that) how pretty my hair was, how much I'd grown. My face felt sore from smiling, it felt like a high school reunion. Goal: to make yourself look good.
I left early, I'd seen what I'd came to see. It was fun, but I didn't really miss it; it didn't hurt, but I did have the feeling of wanting to go and do a backhandspring or something. I wonder what I can still do. If I can still fly.
The place I hadn't seen in 9 months, a white prison and sanctuary, my AP-in-a-bag banging against my leg. It took me extra long to get ready this morning, I had to look like it had done me well to quit (it has).
It doesn't take me long to settle in, watching Grace and Holly and Claire and Savannah and Autumn compete like stars. It was weird though. I felt a little out of place, it was the same, only different. Autumn grew about 8 inches, Savannah grew out and dyed her hair, Grace has ankle braces, wrist braces, and knee braces like she's all bandaged up to be a mummy for Halloween. The setting didn't change, it never does. We don't have the money to get new things there. We. I mean they.
Daniel changed too, taller, hair grown out. He'd been dating that Sarah girl for about a year now, I remember a time when I was crushing on him so bad. But nothing but vacancy shown out of his brown eyes, just like how Bridget's shine now. She hugged me first, and promptly told me first off how many boyfriends she's had, how much she loves her new cell phone, all the while flipping her pretty silky hair and flaunting her pink shirt. She hated pink. She never wore makeup. She was never too popular, shadowed by her sister, but now she's talking like she grew up too fast, and has something to prove now.
I told my story a hundred times, it seems like. I'm in dance ensemble at school, it's like a colourguard, you know? Flags and stuff, we spin and toss them. We had a fall season, our theme was Stonehenge, we were brilliant. We do dance too in the winter, you know ballet and jazz and stuff, and we have a parade season too. I'm in hard classes. It's stressful.
They would all tell me the gossip of the gym, (don't miss that) how pretty my hair was, how much I'd grown. My face felt sore from smiling, it felt like a high school reunion. Goal: to make yourself look good.
I left early, I'd seen what I'd came to see. It was fun, but I didn't really miss it; it didn't hurt, but I did have the feeling of wanting to go and do a backhandspring or something. I wonder what I can still do. If I can still fly.