you left
and took
everything
yet you leave
your unwanted
things in my
messy room
your red lipstick
stains on my
white pillowcases
resemble blood
and flowing
heartbeats
your records
still play on
the radio
at 3 am
when i am
at my loneliest
and my insomnia
brings me
no dreams,
only half-awake
nightmares
your image
is present
in every single
corner of my
daydreams
and the wind
still whispers
your poetry
into my
open windows
like an unending
symphonic
torture
these ghost
memories have
done nothing
but haunt me
of what could
have been
and we both
know these
poltergeists
will live
longer than
i will
because they
feed off of
my longing
and i know
i will still
love you
even past
death
May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 3:50 AM UTC
you left
and took
everything
yet you leave
your unwanted
things in my
messy room
your red lipstick
stains on my
white pillowcases
resemble blood
and flowing
heartbeats
your records
still play on
the radio
at 3 am
when i am
at my loneliest
and my insomnia
brings me
no dreams,
only half-awake
nightmares
your image
is present
in every single
corner of my
daydreams
and the wind
still whispers
your poetry
into my
open windows
like an unending
symphonic
torture
these ghost
memories have
done nothing
but haunt me
of what could
have been
and we both
know these
poltergeists
will live
longer than
i will
because they
feed off of
my longing
and i know
i will still
love you
even past
death
