In a Thousand Pieces

Standing in the shadows.
Blanketed by the enormous presence of your ghost.
The synapses are overloaded and misfiring,
Composure is impossible.

Why must I convince myself to hate you?
It feels like the only excuse I can swallow.
I wish you wouldn't acknowledge my existence,
Pretend like we are acquaintances or old friends.

Maybe I should be more assertive,
Do more than just pretend like it's okay.
Your presence is a poison,
Your words are suffocating.