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ghostling Sep 2013
i feel like the folded sheet of paper left in the pocket of your jeans-
you never bothered checking for me before throwing them in the wash, or in the dryer.
one day you'll put those jeans on again and reach into that pocket and i'll be waiting ever so patiently, but all my secrets will be smeared and illegible.
you'll feel a twinge of guilt and think that maybe what i had to say was important
repost onto my new account from my old account -ghostlings because i got locked out repost
ghostling Sep 2013
you've plagued my thoughts for years
once bringing me joy and happiness
but now you're burdening me with more or less of a curse

you come and go in waves
placing your memory in seemingly everyday items
and having made contact with these things,
i'd be afflicted with crippling memories,
good, bad, and everything in between

as of late, though, your curse is lifting
i'm forgetting your scent
i'm forgetting the feeling of your hands intertwined with mine
your ghost is finally collecting its belongings
and moving on
ghostling Sep 2013
she is his sun, brightening his days, giving him warmth. he doesn't remember a time when he was without her, and doubts he could make it anyway.

she is his world, his universe, he revolves around her. she's been there from the start and he's depended on her ever since.

they both have come a long way, each constantly going through their own changes and metamorphoses. soon they won't recognize each other at all.

his sun is losing her grip on him. all this time she has held him in place, she has kept him in orbit. but what about her? she is slowly but surely burning out and neither of them notice.

they are drifting and his sun is burning out. she is losing herself and he is losing her and they are losing a battle that no one could win. his sun is draining him and her and he can't help.

his sun is expanding, emotions are running rampant. she is not as she used to be, she has consumed him and left nothing but fragments of broken pieces in her wake. his sun has ruined him and is ruining her, too. she explodes. she is nothing more than a white dwarf of a girl, emitting what little light she has left before it disappears forever.

it is cold and dark. his sun is but a fragment of her former self and there is no way of getting her back
repost from my old account -ghostlings to my new one because i got locked out of it

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