i bet you wish that i was optional; i bet you wish i was never born or that we never crossed paths well, everything is optional. life is optional. pain is, too. i don't have to feel this way, i can end it. maybe i will.
it's the ellipses that say it all "..." everything that you want to say in three little dots baby, please come back... (i miss you so much it's killing me) why the **** are you doing this... (please stop hurting me) i love you... (and it scares me)
i will do everything that you told me not to do i will fill all the gaps that you left with nicotine and alcohol narcotics and all sorts of awful things and you won't have any gaps because i was nothing
please tell your ghost to stop following me and whispering in my ears that i was not good enough please tell your ghost to stop following me and calling me sweetheart and putting his hands all over me please tell your ghost to stop following me and watching me while i cry about how i miss you please tell your ghost to stop following me and laying in bed with me keeping me from closing my eyes please tell your ghost to stop following me if i can't have you then i don't want your ghost
i'm gonna write a poem, and i'm gonna call it Untitled because that is what it is. Kind of like the way we were, untitled. We were nonchalant and no big deal, and i guess you expected it to be the same when you left. but it's not. Now we know why I need a title.