conversation piece

please don't look at me that way

your eyes are so heavy and i'm not that interesting

if i had it my way i would be a ghost

and abandon the white sheet

god

it's so hard to be seen

think i'd like to be invisible

become one with the living room wallpaper at your party

wouldn't mind disappearing

but you always say you would miss me

who am i kidding?

even if i meant it

i'd probably still visit

i know how you hate to be lonely

i could float around and rearrange objects

to a conversation piece

come back as anyone else

a better version of myself

a costumed monstrosity

and it already feels when you hold me

that your hands could pass right through my body

so do you think when i die i'd get a second try?

to do everything right i couldn't the first time?