i haunt the things that
don't exist--the things
that could have been,
i've done it for as long
as i can remember,

valued memories beyond
the moment--so i can go back
to haunt them too,

sometimes it keeps me awake--
like my head is an engine and
my thoughts the spark that push the piston

people tell you to stop like its not something
you've lived with, a habit you can break with
21 tries, i'm not trying to let my mistakes run
my life but my conscience ain't for **** right now--

these ghosts we no longer haunt--
are they things we just forget?
I've never wanted to lie for
so long that it becomes  truth,
to sleep with someone else to
take away the pain, learn to
replace someone when the
going gets rough, I do not
want these half-assed remedies--
i may haunt memories but they
don't
haunt
me.