The Words of an Angsty Teen

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Ghosting me during the spooky season
It is funny for multiple reasons
You let me go, but I don't call it treason
I guess I'm just an editor's deletion

Hiding under a blanket with my phone
It's pretty cosy, but I also feel alone
You filled up that space with melodic tones
And while I do miss that, I'll postpone
Feeling that, it wouldn't matter
because we're in different timezones
After all I'll probably just smatter

To deal with the memories thrown
Into water like pebbles and stones
Possibilities of what could be, I disowned
By putting you in the friend zone

I guess I'm a vampire because they always suck
And I regret that instead of having tried my luck
I denied the feelings I had for you and now I'm stuck
Like the genie in the lamp, wishing to be freed
Give me a time stamp, so I can get a lead
On when I should have done what at which speed
Because... fuck, I think I messed up.
I just wondered how you were and now I can't stop
Thinking about all the stupid mistakes I made
But maybe Mercury was just in retrograde
Wouldn't that planet be a great thing to blame?

We both stayed up past the witching hour
Just to talk about dumb things like wildflowers
But also philosophical topics we devoured
Like love and how stupid people rise to power
Man, I just got reminded of how memories get sour
Like when you left and I had the world to scour
By myself to find someone like you high up in a tower
Impossible to climb, because I'm just not like Eisenhower
Since there are battles I can't win and I'm a coward
For not telling you that in my bread, you'd be the flour

Listen, I don't mean to scare you, boo
But from time to time I wish I could haunt you
Through the pixels of my broken screen
Spooky I know, it's just that your character
Disappeared from my favourite scene
And even though you were a stranger online
You were just as important to me
As a high-pitched voice is for a banshee
So if you want to talk again just give me scream
Because for you, I'd leave my Persephone
Hell, I'd even come back for you as a zombie
Just to have a conversation again, that's the tea

Yea, no, fuck, I definitely messed up.
I just wondered how you were and now I can't stop
Thinking about all the stupid mistakes I made
But maybe Mercury was just in retrograde
That would also explain why I tried to trade
My soul with the devil to make the feelings fade
Nah, I'm lying the planet isn't the one to blame
Because now I'm using astrology to hide my shame
It's just that I don't want to live pronouncing your name
With regret and the realisation that you were my Juliet
Because after you, I've never felt the same

But who knows maybe we'll meet each other
In a different world or the after life and bother
To be upright about our feelings instead of smother
Them and maybe because of that horrible end
We'll become these spooky, scary poltergeists
So I could fly to you without paying a high price
For the plane tickets 'cause they're expensive Jesus Christ
I just want to let you know that I would've sacrificed
That money so I could get to you like a knight
On a white horse, without the steed of course
Because man if I didn't make that mistake I'd be yours

Like I said before in a previous paragraph of this rhyme
Talking to you via a screen is better than waiting for signs
Of you reaching out to me through my pagan shrine
And it would be much easier than turning back time
Or using a ouija board, even though that's also fine
Still, typing some words and sending them online
Is easier than voodoo, and it would be benign
To ever to talk you again about something like Coraline
So in short, my DMs are open, that's the bottom line