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Little ghost Mar 2020
A simple revolver,
a six chambered gun.
Two shots fired.
The rest are blanks.
I guess it’s done.
I no longer shoot for anyone.
Little ghost Mar 2020
How long is too long to say that you are no longer in love but rather hopelessly obsessing?
Little ghost Mar 2020
It is becoming increasingly scary, how much a pen knows me over people.
Little ghost Feb 2020
I can't.
I won't.
I will not care about  -
nor think about  -
not even write about -
you.
...
Pish posh, you are pretty.
Whatever above, hurry up and love me.
Little ghost Feb 2020
Is it rather ruthless to dream your friend dead?
Perhaps they might move along instead.
Green, green, green;
behind the curtains show.
Oh my, how this is disgustingly low.
Little ghost Feb 2020
Who am I?
No this is not something short of existential, rather something much more personal.
Human I am.
Romantic at heart.
But. Who am I?
I am definitely am not one.
I cannot be one to you. That thought is woefully ridiculous.
Who am I to you?
To me, I like to imagine a ring on your finger.
Of course this comes from an utterly ******* romantic freethinker.
To you.
My hand is extended for friendship.
Always.
But some days.
I daydream, I daydream of so much more.
Where I am among your closest friends.
Where I can call you nothing short of a best friend.
To you.
Who am I?
Little ghost Feb 2020
She loves me.
She loves me not.
She loves me.
She loves me not.
She loves me?
Definitely not.
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