Jan 2016
My ghost is back
And his soft brown eyes
Are here to stay
Walking the halls
With him once more
Leaves me glancing over my shoulder
He watched me sleep
Last night
I awoke to his caramel skin
He shaved his ghostly face
He now looks like the man
I fell in love with
His coarse hairs
Are everywhere
I cannot rid of them
I'm cleaning the sink
And airing out my room
His ghostly scent won't fade
I've washed my sheets
A thousand times
Yet his arms continue to envelop me
He glances at me
From corners of the room
One look pierces me
His eyes...
I cannot forget them
It is impossible to forget them.
And his soft brown eyes
Are here to stay
Walking the halls
With him once more
Leaves me glancing over my shoulder
He watched me sleep
Last night
I awoke to his caramel skin
He shaved his ghostly face
He now looks like the man
I fell in love with
His coarse hairs
Are everywhere
I cannot rid of them
I'm cleaning the sink
And airing out my room
His ghostly scent won't fade
I've washed my sheets
A thousand times
Yet his arms continue to envelop me
He glances at me
From corners of the room
One look pierces me
His eyes...
I cannot forget them
It is impossible to forget them.
For WY
Seeing you in an empty hallway on my way to my 8am was harder than it should have been.
Please don't look at me with those brown eyes. Just your glance pulls back the scabs. Your crooked smile reminds me of all that I've spent months trying to forget. I don't know what's worse: your ignorance or your acknowledgment.
So much of this is about your eyes. You make eye contact with me and I can hear your laugh; your true laugh. You look at me and I swear I can smell you. I see your soft browns and I can feel your breath on my neck. I can hear your voice whispering in my ear. I feel like I am remembering how it felt to fall in love... all over again. And it is excruciating.
Someday, you'll fade like a bad dream. Someday.
Seeing you in an empty hallway on my way to my 8am was harder than it should have been.
Please don't look at me with those brown eyes. Just your glance pulls back the scabs. Your crooked smile reminds me of all that I've spent months trying to forget. I don't know what's worse: your ignorance or your acknowledgment.
So much of this is about your eyes. You make eye contact with me and I can hear your laugh; your true laugh. You look at me and I swear I can smell you. I see your soft browns and I can feel your breath on my neck. I can hear your voice whispering in my ear. I feel like I am remembering how it felt to fall in love... all over again. And it is excruciating.
Someday, you'll fade like a bad dream. Someday.
