i am trying to put myself back together / slam chapbook

the girl i lost

to the girl i lost
who's soul i continue to find
like a game of hide and seek--
i don't want to play!

how sick of you to think
that losing you can just be fixed
by a damn game!

please stop coming in my house,
you never lived here
but i have.

please stop sitting in the school desks,
you never took psych,
but i have.

i like to think you're real
but i could never bring you back
nobody could ever bring you back
so please stop trying to disprove the fact

please stop coming to the beach with me
your pale white skin can easily sunburn
and please stop coming to my slams--
if you're here, could you please step forward
you made these last few years a disaster
and i hate to blame the dead kid
but, all my theories are misdirected
so, if you're here, can you please step forward,
up and through me so i can feel you in my heart one last time
then could you kindly proceed out the backdoor.