You, Taurus.
Me? Cancer.
According to Astrology, we are the perfect match.  
According to Astrology? No, it's fate.
**** that.

I drove for miles with you in the seat beside me.
To the left is the silhouette of my body that I know you wanted to see.
The vision of me naked.
No.
Not sexually.
Spiritually.
Come on baby, dance for me.

Am I getting this right?
Wrong.
But, you let me be right anyways.
New direction, please.
I'm getting carried away.

To the right is the plagued past we came from.
From my mouth poured broken innocence.
Your silver tongue spoke of war with a hint of tenderness.
It's a little messed up, I have to admit.
Neither one of us were scared one bit.

We have the lakeside view with the moonlight drawn.
Water moving just for me and the wind moving for you.
"It's gorgeous, it's beautiful."
We have the perfect blue black view.

We talked for hours forgetting that summer peach nights turns to cherry days.
Our souls grasped their last breath for each other,
At the end of it I really was daisy baby tired.
Even though there was more we could say.

Daylight paints the canvas sky yellow and pink.
My stomach twisted and you asked me what was wrong.
I had this horrible feeling you'd want to leave.
More than me, it's been too ******* long.

The fog sat on the lady waves and you disappeared.
I was upset for awhile, but I felt no shame or fear.
You became a fragment of a memory I once had.
It's eerie with a hint of discomfort.
Haunting me inside making me a ******* thriller.

What is the meaning of this?
Of us?
Let me whisper it with my tear salted lips.

You, the ghost.
Me? The zodiac killer.