taking sides

you and i
are on different sides
you try
to make your feet rhyme with mine
from all the way over there
every time i think about it
i just
wonder
why

you make friends and i don't

but then i remember that you don't

really like your friends anyway

and if there's one thing i've learned 

in these past few years

it's 

when you complain about someone 

you can't expect the listener

to like the someone

clean

fuchsia and lime.
wrap me up and take your time.
until morning, we walk the quad.
arm in arm, golden silence.
you won't ask me how i'm doing.
it's ingrained in your brain:
"okay."
our ghosts are with us everywhere we go.
we strangle them, fight with death.
we're not as weak as we thought.